breaking dawn

We stand in quietest thought

watercolor skies fill the soul with a peace,

tranquility knows what the heart feels

as the water lays smooth at my reach.

Boats bob gently in the harbor

old worn lines tether her to the dock

as birds walk without a sound

long slender necks dip below the ripples

gathering their morning food

and I watch the hues wishing

for paper and paint to capture the sight

greeting me with a proper good morning shine

reflected off the fin

as dolphins swim towards the places

where the sun will rise

and I too will be there to greet the light

rocking on the green blue water

anticipation for the day to come,

we move into the waiting sea

balancing our bodies

and quenching our souls

with visions of this breaking morning paradise.

Went fifteen plus miles out fishing yesterday on a boat on the Gulf of Mexico, caught a few, tossed back a few, and managed to keep my stomach in check so as to not embarrass myself as a sea-tosser of yesterdays supper. A good day, caught some color too and after six hours, decided I must be getting old as I needed a proper nap to catch my energy back up. The boat and some ocean pics. All photos by me 🙂

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Morning bliss

Cool air greets the eyes that slowly wake,

The scent of coffee in the darkness

Five twenty and not yet time to move,

Yet I sit here ready,

To stretch out the body coiled too long

Wrapped in yoga pose around the lumps of sleeping dogs,

I greet the day with a smile.

I dreamt of a bird who found me,

In a beautiful shade of green and yellow

Perched in my hand and so cold

And I held it carefully wondering what to do

So I sat it down and set it free, yet it followed me.

Now I have a cat…so it wouldn’t be welcome like that

For the kitty dislikes the things in flight

And for fear of the life

I sat it on my shoulder and went to work,

Yet I no longer go there,

Then found a snake but left it alone

No place for that in the full menagerie

And I woke refreshed

And I sit and drink my brew

Warm and lifting as good coffee can do,

Pondering the midnight thoughts

That brought me to this moment

And the birds will wake soon

As the sun finds its way to greet us

Smiling on a Tuesday morn,

Blessed at the wonder each day brings

And the gift of imagination set free

Happily.

A good night sleep and up before dawn, had some very strange dreams surrounding animals (not our little digits but found species), still wondering what it all meant yet at peace as I sip my coffee. Life is good indeed. Have a peaceful and blessed day, good morning friends💜

as a post note…look what I found on our walk this morning sitting by the road in the grass, and yep, we let him follow us home 🙂 not a green and yellow bird but the cat won’t eat him 🙂

 

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Good morning

The beauty of now
Sun rising over landscape
Perfection for soul.

Light of a new day
Symphony of such splendor
Natures art embraced.

I dream in this time
Magnificent journey found
So very alive.

A bit of morning (Monday)

What day is this that seeks to find

A thought left out hanging in the dew,

I had put it somewhere safe, 

Stuck it with a post it flag

To mark the passing of the days,

That flit by soundlessly

Like butterfly wings

Carried on a sweet scented jasmine breeze.

I think it’s Monday,

Yet it doesn’t seem to be

Like every other Monday that came to find me,

For it is filled with a peace sublime

And dew drips down with a humid sigh,

Sliding down the glass into the tray

Where I thought I had left yesterday.

As the sun awakes I see it there,

All the days stacked like thoughts without a care,

So I dust them off and set them free

And smile as they fly away from me,

Like white origami birds into the sky,

Leaving me with a sense of love

Hanging high as I get up to rise,

A day fresh and new has just begun

And I look beyond at the petite yellow bloom

And sense this moment is just so right

This waking tune,

This Sweet Monday delight.

Oh how I dread Monday’s, or at least I used to dread Monday’s. But I awake this morning before the sun to find grey clouds above, looking quite rainish….my word….but it’s okay, a new day to live and explore and create. A new cool dewy day to be alive as I drink my morning coffee. All is right, all is good and happy Monday to all. Peace and love, K

Plumeria pass

Past shell imbedded streets still cool

Comes the time before the sun begins

And the feet move along at a happy jaunty gait,

We reach the curve where the old fence guards

Empty yards as it decays into rusty tentacles,

The scent of plumeria rich on the air

Waving in a simple gulf breeze

Welcoming us to come and inhale

The seasons of this life.

Pale flopping flowers

Petals at our feet like the waiting

Of kings and queens to tread upon the blanket

Of pale pink silken bits

That fall like confetti

To the ground.

The season of slowness comes to bear

Warmth we find nothing to compare

And the blooming plants on this quiet morning walk

Fill yards and the magnificent spiked plants that reach out 

Waving their arms to the sky

There is no sound but for the birds,

The flocks wandering on grasses searching

Keeping wary eyes on the hounds as we travel by

And the legs that carry us

Still waking from slumber becoming loose

Muscles stretching keeping pace

In the morning place

Of home.

A beautiful morning walk as the sun was just beginning to rise up and the plumeria on the corner curve waiting, rich scents filling a moist air, a life to explore each waking morn. Photo found on Internet.

Everywhere

The only certainty
Is in the quiet calm of morning
Of the day after
The sun will rise
Somewhere,
Perhaps unseen
Hidden behind the darkest cloud
Falling like mist
Smothering the light
It still remains
The rising sun
Somewhere.
Carrier of the lost thought
Scattered and unfocused
Wandering the surface
Searching for salvation,
Moving through the darkness
Into the faint coming of a new day
Leaving the sadness behind
Of the humanity of all as one
United as the red spills to the floor
From the cup once toasted
In joy and now dripping down
Into the cracks of history.
Everywhere a moment,
A place where for but an hour
Time stopped and souls stood
Open mouth gaping
At the carnage of horror,
Never grasping the hate
As the hearts of those so pure
Unable to understand
That some are not the same,
That the numbers adding up
Everywhere that hate grows,
Dark dank holes leading down.
Adding machine clicks off
The tape spitting a stream totaling
One more
Then another,
And I long for the tape to run dry,
For the battery to expire
For the machine to become
Obsolete.
Still somewhere as the sun rises
Beyond the quiet fields,
Beyond the sea,
I imagine
Peace.

Have you seen it?

I think I may have misplaced
Or perhaps lost my poem….
It was in fact quite good,
Although I may have dropped it
As I tripped over the bones
Moving in the dark like a ghost
Ethereal and not quite there,
Or perhaps I lost it in the rain
As the hounds sniffed the ground
Meandering around
Passing time just doing
Nothing….
Maybe they fell in the toilet
As I reached into the bowl bottom
The two pennies from my pocket
Heads up of course, good luck?
Does that count for extra wishes
As my hand pulls them out
Shaking off the excess
And thanking the heavens it was
A clean porcelain holder,
In the safety of home.
As the cat rubbed her damp sticky fur
Shaking the coat on fresh jeans,
I notice the thickness
Bending over to stroke
The plush and get a swat.
I’ve lost my poem,
Somewhere this morning it sat on the edge
A humpty dumpty wanna be,
Falling into pieces
As the coffee moved too slowly through
So if you find it,
Please forward to me
Collect no charges
And just for fun
A photo of a cat
Just because
I’ve gone crazy like that.

A rough morning, topped off with my change falling in the lol…not the brightest thing to do….sorry for my morning insanity. Peace out, K

Morning life

Marmalade meeting
Spreading softly across skies
Good morning sunshine.

Coming to order
Present and accounted for
Let us begin now.

Red haze rising gently
Blackboard slate wiped clean of stars
Night shift watchman departs
Slipping out of view
Clouds part for the coming of the moment
Tinged with a raspberry hue
She enters in her glory
Warmth filling the atmosphere
Of all she encounters
On her way through halls of forests
She reaches out to gently touch
The dew of a leaf
Fallen too soon
And wipes it like a tissue
Dried with love.

With rapt attention
I listen to her silent
Concert of wisdom.

Daytime lullaby
Peace flows through the quiet soul
Adrift in this bliss.

Blue clouded thoughts gather in awe
Dotting the place where she will rise
To begin her stroll
Her beam cast out on the mortals below,
Etching the parade path they stand
Waiting on the Queen.
I take a bow in joy
Smiling at the whisper of recognition
She seems to wink at me from behind
Her fan of tree top admirers
I blush and bow
In reverence of all she gives.

Who does not love her
Orange orb of life divine,
May I have this dance?

I had visions this morning walking through the darkness under a pristine blanket of stars, how lovely the sun would be, like thick marmalade jam spread on the toast of the horizon. The breakfast of dreamers.
Beautiful photo found at : https://dracegannon.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/a-token-of-her-love/

Late for the sky

Storm red skies light my horizon

No place to sit and embrace

This gift of beauty before me

That rain will soon erase.

I gaze beyond my window

Violet flowers sit beside the road

In grassy meadows,

horses take comfort leaning on each other

I feel my thoughts drift away.

A remembered song, late for the sky

Brings a smile to this routine

And above me there lies a perfect heart

Clouded gift lightened by the approaching sun.

Yet I can’t stop now to capture it,

One can never hold things in permanence anyway

Yet I so wanted to share the moment

To show you of the wonder of this day

And I watch as it starts to move

And like a memory fading,

Slowly and tragically slipping away.

On the road ahead there is room

To stop and gather the remnants of

The beauty and simplicity found along my path

Rushing off to greet another day,

A little too late to hold the whole

Yet enough to say “see, look up there”

A gift from the universe shared.

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Driving to work this morning the beauty of the skies leaving me with a gentle peace that I just had to share. So from the universe to me and me to you, have an amazing day. With love and heart filled clouds, K

Barely there

Head in the clouds
Whimsical thoughts play hopscotch
One to another
Climbing yet higher
Barely there.
Alone with these images
Summer clouds
Here then gone
Dissipated into the blue.
Wall of sky a blackboard
For creating and erasing
With the blink of an eye
Searching the shapes
Images move past lazily,
I see the form
A childish toy giving smiles
Just because
I too am bearly there
Sitting and watching
The world
Bright and lively
Like a child’s laugh
And the joy of an adult
At the nature of it all.

I found this image and for some reason found it just a fun pic for a Wednesday. Hot summer days and the color blue so cooling in its way…and fuzzy bear sitting and just watching the clouds. Have an amazing day my friends. Stay cool. K