Morning

Sometimes a poem hits you when you're just sitting on the steps.

I step out onto the front porch

and down a few steps where I
sit ... to be a part of the morning.

The scent of yesterday’s cut grass
mixes with the heady fragrance of
the neighbor's pine trees.

This bouquet is carried on the soft
breeze that jostles oak leaves and
stirs the perfectly cool morning air.

The birds sing all around me, and their
shadows zip across the sun-soaked
yard where squirrels romp.

The morning sunlight advances upon me,
creeping across my dew sparkled grass
and moving in on my perfect shade.

On days like today, I wonder how
it must be to fly ... like those birds.

Reviews

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wow GH loved this one, I often sit out on my deck in the mornings with my coffee cup. Love listening to the birds sing in the mornings. Wonderful way to wake up.
Also love sitting out there at night with a glass of wine and just staring up at the stars.
Wonderful poem

[TL Boehm]

oh love this. usually if something hits me on the porch - its a beer can from the neighbors yard....not really but my surroundings hardly breed poetry...

[J.Black]

Are you hiding something in this poem? .. where is your gnome? Oh that's right, it's far to "creepy" for such an elegant poem as this one here. If you can see all this from your porch, you have a great view of the world.

[just rose.]

There are a couple of phrases here that, to my mind, don't do justice to the full splendor of this scene, because every time we step into this quotidian miracle we are arrested anew with impressions fresh and unconventional. However, if you were aiming for the familiarity of such a landscape, then they work for me ("dew-sparkled grass" is an example; it doesn't detract, but I find myself wanting more description). But I'm turning into a creative writing professor here. My absolute favorite line is "soaked yard where squirrels romp" - yes, that's different, and yet exactly how it is. I like the holistic sense of this, the way that things that are utterly "ordinary" incite our spirits to soar.

[Ferg]

this is lovely

[darkgurl]

This is a really beuatiful write here. Excellent write!

[holly]

I love the immediacy of this poem. I also like that it is sensual (in the old meaning, not the erotic meaning) of the word.

[Emily B]

and here I sit at work in front of my computer doing the same old stuff I do every day . . . sounds like you've had a successful day so far

can I borrow your porch some time?

[Emily B]

i want to fly

[Doreen]

Your words bring to mind the perfect picture. To be one with the morning, with nature. I can almost hear the rustle of the trees and feel the breeze on my skin as I read this. Nicely done. :)