Sunday Morning Quiet

Sun barely awake as it winks its’ eyes to the mountaintops.

Trees still dark reflecting last nights’ moon. 

Clouds dispersing as the first signs of pink are in the air.

Deer drinking at mornings flowing stream 

as others lazily chomp at flowering berries.

A dog barks  ~ the roosters crow ~ a light flickers here and there.

All parts of morning …..

especially a quiet Sunday morn.


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Slumber Eyes

Dew dripping from bent stalks of grass

Pansies looking at the ground

still asleep in their nighttime slumber.

Horses leisurely strolling

through the fields dispersing the dew,

parting the grasses, enjoying the coolness

of the morning

after the rain.

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It awakens the breath

as the sun barely touches the morning dew.

It arrives as the chitter-chatter of the birds

begin to welcome the dawn.

And as leaves on the trees

turn a majestic green.

It comes on the rays of the sun

as they caress the mountain tops

sending cascades of love

into the valleys below.

Fish swim among the river rocks

knowing day has begun.

The world stirs with yawns and smiles…

for the Truth is once more

awoken in your heart.

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Stones of YesterYear

Watching the stream caress the stones below,

my mind wanders to the yesteryears of my memories.

Ears perk up to the songs of old,

dances of those who came before us.

Water gurgles, sand moves as if to show us

the movement of time.

However slow, a stone moves an inch a month

but movement prevails.

The stones remember; the water sings

but do our ears truly hear

the mysteries of the songs of those who danced before us?

Do we hear their wisdom?

Do we walk in their footsteps?

Or do we ignore the wisdom of the wise ones

and listen only to the chatter in our own heads?

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Morning Blessings

Sun glistens on green below

wet still from last nights’ rain.

Birds tweet their morning songs

as crickets began to quiet their nighttime wings.

Dogs barking, roosters crowing,

farmers driving their tractors down the road.

Sounds of morning awakening the day

calling to our souls, blessing our essence.

Did you hear it?  Did you sense it?

Did you even stop to listen?


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