Morning

A Poem by Mrudula Rani

The morning breath of city's earthy air,
Filled with cool moisture from midnight showers,
Green essence of trampled grass,
Fumes of motor oil from hefty trucks, that trudged
all through the night on roads of tar,
Sweet smell of ripe cashew fruits, and fragrance
Of jasmines from the front yards of tall edifíces,
Breakfast invitations from bakery sent out on
the aromas of baguettes and brewing coffee,
The sounds of birds celebrating start of morning a new,
The golden warm rays of rising sun evaporating chilly dew
spread on desert-roses, and boganvillies!
Suspended veil of sounds, and smells
slowly pulling back to reveal
another dawn dissolving!

© 2018 Mrudula Rani

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Sami Khalil

I lived in a big city ( Houston ) 8 years so I can relate to your wonderful imagery. You go pic by pic and image by image in great detail. Kudos.

Posted 6 Years Ago

6 Years Ago

Thank you dear friend for your review.our city, Fortaleza is the fifth largest city in Brasil , and .. read more

6 Years Ago

Wow. I can imagine. I will check
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KCthelastboyscout

Extraordinary use of imagery.superb writing as well.i also enjoy the sights and sounds of the first of the morning.i also thought about writing about it when I could get the details right in my head.you beat me to it 😉

Posted 6 Years Ago

6 Years Ago

If only I knew that you were planning... I love your style of writing! This is a Brazilian morning! .. read more

Paul Bell

Something about the bakery smell.
You have to actually stop, and take in the aroma.
Chocolate getting made as well. It's like an aphrodisiac.
You're pressing all the buttons with this poem.
Raiding the fridge now. lol