Archive for the Morning Category

Posted in Autumn, dreams, Fog, Morning with tags on August 29, 2016 by blglick

At this time of Year,
Latest August, Just Before
Dawn, The Mist Rises

You Can Almost See
Color Above the Marshes,
In the Trees, The Sky

You Can Almost See,
As the Earth Cools, The Colors
Of our Rising Dreams

Posted in Autumn, Clouds, Morning, Summer, Trees, Wind with tags , , on August 8, 2016 by blglick

And Just When You Thought
Nothing Would Ever Change A
Mid-August Morning
An August Morning
Of Cooling Breezes, High Clouds,
Hints of Rolling Time.
Rolling Time and Distance,
Of Journey and Return, Of
Effort and of Rest

Posted in Clouds, Fog, LIght, Morning, Tri-ku with tags on July 12, 2016 by blglick

Molten Sunrise Clouds
Flowing Inexorably
North Above the Mist

Street Signs Shining
Like Beacons for Navigating
Ambiguous Shores

Calling Out to Us
To Journey, To Set Out, Not
Knowing Where we Go

Posted in Birds, Morning, Music, Trees with tags on July 10, 2016 by blglick

Birches Silvering
Their Leaves in a Morning Breeze
With a Robin’s Song

Posted in Morning, Wind with tags , on February 26, 2016 by blglick

This Quiet Morning
I Hear the Earth Breathing in
The Sighs of Dried Leaves

Posted in Clouds, Memories, Morning, Sky, Sunrise with tags , on January 13, 2016 by blglick

Smokey Coral Clouds
Laddered Across Turquoise Skies
At Memory’s Edge

Posted in Autumn, dreams, Family, History, Home, Love, Memories, Morning with tags , , on November 26, 2015 by blglick
Five A.M. Baking,
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy

The House is Asleep,
Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
With Warm Cinnamon

The Kitchen is Ruled
By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
And Long Memory

Posted in Autumn, Family, LIght, Love, Morning, Sunrise with tags , on November 25, 2015 by blglick
At the End of That
Long, Softly Lit Hallway, A
Tall Westward Window

Dawn, Painted Across
The Skies and Trees and Fields
In Blues and Coral

Our Worlds, Separate
Yet Together, Start Again
And I Breathe Deeply

Posted in Love, Morning with tags on November 17, 2015 by blglick
This Morning, Every
Day, All the Time, Like a Pulse,
Life in Thoughts of You

Posted in Autumn, Clouds, dreams, Home, Love, Morning, Sky with tags , on November 12, 2015 by blglick
There’s Venus Rising
Above Our Neighbor’s Roofline
Just Before the Dawn

And Clouds Outlined in
Colors too Passionate to
Be Called Apricot

And You Still Abed
And Me, Driving East, Dreaming
Of Home and Day’s End