Slow Morning

We have a love of slow mornings in my family. My grandfather would sit and ponder in the morning with his coffee and the birds. Dad does it too so, naturally, do I love a slow morning, a delicious bit of nothing before the day takes over. Try it sometime. It is good for you. Enjoy the poem and some morning contentment.
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Slow Morning

The orange ball is springing up
from behind the line of land.
I am waking with the day.
Though morning comes fast
I will ease into it
watch the birds,
listen to the rooster call to action.
Yet a wee bit of lounging is in order
Soft jammies,
a poem to mark the occasion
of a few hours off of everything.
People and places move through my mind
then I am present
to me and to the land
this spot, right now.
I am in my delightful no where
time stalled,
task stalled,
content.
The sun is fully exposed now
shedding orange
and casting on brightest yellow
I know, I know
Just a while longer
Just a while longer
Breathe and snuggle and smile.

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About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to “light the gloomy corners of the world.” She writes custom poems life events important to you. Dawn also facilitates writing workshops both online and face-to-face, is a dynamic speaker on inspiration, innovation, change, and healing. Dawn believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her business and her blog are called: create the dawn.
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