Tag: Early Morning

  • Early Morning (Poem)

    I walk outside before dawn

    To breathe in the quietness of this time

    And watch the clouds move across the moon.

    All is cast in tones of gray and shadow,

    And there is a sense of abeyance,

    A momentary hush,

    As if the world has taken a brief pause

    For meditation and reflection.

    Soon enough the sky will fill with the colors of morning,

    And the sounds of the day will begin.

  • Early Morning (Poem)

    Early morning, a liminal time,

    When the tenebrific skies seem poised

    On some obscure threshold.

    The air is quiet;

    No birds yet sing to herald the day;

    No wind or rain disturbs the transitory stillness.

    The moment awaits any assignation of meaning.

    For a brief few breaths,

    The world is simply as it is.