9.09.2014

6 A.M. on Tuesday

Waning dawns
at an open door
beckoning a bleary writer
to awe,
bitter coffee contrasted
with the sweet of birdsong,
crickets, sunstreaks
creaking over maple & mountain.

Soon mornings will require
a closed door,
strategies
for hunkering against cold,
the Holiday Season, the urge
to hibernate
under a mountain of quilts
with the furnace on.

This morning
pull on socks & sweater,
take what you can get,
grateful
for what you have been given.

6 comments:

  1. This is really beautiful, Marian.

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  2. I love this (wiggling my toes inside warm fluffy socks.)

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  3. The bitter coffee, the sweet of birdsong.....and gratitude....loved this!

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  4. Too late to say good morning, Marian, but I hope you are having a good day. There are no two ways, the sun is heading south.

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  5. it's still over 80 degrees here, at 20 to midnight. blistering. and mosquitoes. ~

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  6. thanks, friends. not quite ready yet, but... no choice in the matter anyway. my door is open again this morning. :)

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