Cinnamon billows
Morning’s first roar, for I hope
To awaken him
Tag Archives: Morning
Reverse Faults: A Haiku
First, let faults greet me
Lady Lake, please wash me clean
Speak truth to my ears
A canyon awaits
That into it I may shout
My apology
City forgive me
My abandonment of you
I come home redeemed
In This Often Early Morn’
You've what cools me
As the purr
Of a hungry cat
Trying not to ask
That kind
Of cool
How you warm me
As I watch
Morning's early dew
Set silent and still
While busy, flying things
Tend to my eyes
eyelash
It strips me of power
And at arm’s length it bids me to wait
While it keeps me in too-clean shirtsleeves
But, does it not prove I have hope
And might it not be rocket fuel
What if it makes truth come true
Auto Pilot
Why do I
Go hours
Or days
Between checking in
With my me
When to me
It feels
So good
To connect
With my I
believers
Look! Here comes the morning
And we’re destined
Let it kiss the forehead of us
As if all is well
6am
Innocent
I turn
Asking one more moment or more than one
Temptation again answers
With a question
Do I run my finger past Some Kind of truth
Risking
Waking you up to it
Or
Do I find the place that gives you your space
To breathe
Morning’s breath
Clutch
The conversation amongst Creation
Ripples through the wood
Chip-chirp, hoot-whoo, back and forth
Speak they, then stop
Perched strong atop
The corner of their branches
To consider whether serving
As her a.m. alarm
Is worthy
Of their majesty
Chord
This will be a song
Written slowly with red
On parchment scroll
In an ancient language
For a foreign instrument
By the blind forced to see
In the dark
This will resonate
From the hammer, anvil and stirrup
To the prefrontal cortex
Ending with the heart
For some
And for others
Those fleeted fifty-two bones
Morning Cool
I heard thunder
Saw it
Had nowhere to go
Heated
I walked West and passed
Asian Lillies
Buildings with crumbling brick facades
Chain-link barriers rusted
Under which rabbits
Long since bored their way
Damned alleyways
Not a pen to be found to spell out the sound
So thunder spoke no more
I was cooled
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