Thursday, September 29, 2005

Morning

in the silent grey light
smells are drawn thin and tight
as if still asleep
and the cold air pricks my toes

the garden looks sharp and sorry
and in my hands the cup of coffee
steaming warm and milky
tests my hands with heat

with a slow gathering of gold
and birdsong, the sun pops up
a great, grinning globe
and day begins

3 Comments:

Blogger Dale said...

This one made me smile, and look for the sun this morning. (But over here, at this time of year, it seeps and insinuates, rather than popping up.)

9/29/2005 12:20 PM  
Blogger MB said...

If it made you smile, then I've accomplished something.

9/29/2005 12:53 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Im not sure ...you tend to embrace the morning as it has a fresh taste like a fresh taste of coffee ...but the morning has fresher taste than the coffee for sure

I wonder why our windows remain shut

Our paths are always crossing eachother in others blogs

11/02/2006 9:20 AM  

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