Breathtaking.

Pretty.
R

I recall the release
of your chest
in the exhale of
your waking.


And there you are. There.

Good morning.

What a beautiful moment. Peaceful.

Mercy! I was thinking of doing something here myself about the morning as I was walking back to the house after letting the chickens out of their coop and enjoying the stillness in the air - other than the clucking - and the anticipation that after I drove my daughter to school and returned home I'd have several hours to myself, the loveliest part of of the day for me - which is usually spent right here on OS. So glad I waited until I read this quintessential vision of the sublime awakening of a new day before I rolled out my - coff coff - effort!

Now I can return to reality and put up the next chapter of Primrose Lane, prosaic codger that I happen to be. Thanx enormously for this eloquent jump start to my day. (r)

Thank you for sharing a moment in time. You write it as it is, and it is timeless!

So many beautiful imagery and a sense of tranguility achieved here. I hear echoes of one of my favorites, Longfellow, whose "The Day is Done" I had posted here. Thank you for this gentle start to a February dawn. Rated.

You have captured the moment beautifully. This was a joy to read, thank you.

Such a light touch you have Scupper, beautiful.

...and as the light grows stronger, A minor turns to C major. R

So VERY good!!!! You know, of course, you just awoke with all of us in you bed.

A minor indeed. My favourite chord and key. You have created such a lovely poem in your depiction if your morning. Now I feel it in mine.

I find the ending which begins "This color of freedom lifts light from the sky ..." divine.

I wish my mornings started like that. Peaceful. A quiet sonata. You feel it, live it and write it. Beautifully.

My god, that was lovely. So intimate...I was right there with you, feet under the quilt, coffee warming my palms, the smell of dates and nuts in the air. Lovely.

So absolutely beautiful. I do cherish those precious few mornings when I can get up at this pace, with this calm, with this quiet luxuriant joy. I know you already know this, but I will tell you anyhow: you are blessed.

:) you always give me chills, I love the sensation of reading a good poem and feeling the hairs on my arms start to lift

gorgeous.

You are turning scanner into a poet - and look what you've done to clark k !
when's it going to stop, scupper ?

You perfectly capture tranquillity--and possibility.

delighfully quiet, like an old dog named Moon...

I wish I were waking there.

Trade ya mornings, even up, rite now. oy.

Wonderful to know someone has enough serenity they can share it with the rest of us. That...is truly working for the common good.

Seriously though. It was beautiful. Jealous, I am.

Rated

This was fantastic. Though its not morning anymore as I read it, it is still the day of my 60th Birtday and it has soothed my soul.
This color of freedom
lifts light from the sky
and scatters across the
blue mountain
the drape and pose
of my February drawn

I was reading the 09 editor's letter in Writer's Market today where she basically said it was useless to attempt publishing poetry. Or so I interpreted. I am humbled you come back yet again to read my verse. Dust ups and all, I'm in a happy spot. So many thanks.

Such a morning._r

The imagery....wonderful

Alyssa,
I thought this one had run its course. Thank you for the visit.

just beautiful. thank you!

free to live, free to love ~

this is a beauty ~ the color of freedom
WOW.

this is full of color - mist and quilts and coffee - as if the hues of the rainbow are all called "home"

free to live, free to love ~

this is a beauty ~ the color of freedom
WOW.

this is full of color - mist and quilts and coffee - as if the hues of the rainbow are all called "home"

1IM--thank you for stopping by and for seeing the color.