A short reflection on Earth's path around the sun, in poetry and prose
The cool morning air invites
Gone are the long nights
The dawn chorus is awake
Slow down and partake
Enjoying wildlife industry
So much activity
Before the sultry air
Settles to impair
The coolness of this hour
Sitting in nature's bower
Sun rises early now
For those early risers, wow!
But worth striving
To see the solstice arriving
Love it! It’s nice to have a poetic cousin.
I'm watching too much CNN
I thought the ride was the breaking news
I wish there was a six-month lull
And a future with better views
Great poem!
It's low 90s for a high in Dallas. Tonight, Dan and I talked about a morning walk. Won't hold true for long but until then...
You folks are the brave ones!
This is l o v e l y! Short but patient in its telling, its reminders.
Thanks, Stacy!
I think the roller coaster never ends, Julie.
What a whimsical and wonderful ride this is.
Thanks so much, Yasmin. Right you are.
When light and darkness meet
Do they shake hands?
Blow a kiss?
Bow, flirt, dance?
Or passing strangers on the street
It’s a shadowy relationship, difficult to fathom except later, upon reflection. The partners switch places, exchange numbers, and head for opposite sides of the stage.
The cool morning air invites
Gone are the long nights
The dawn chorus is awake
Slow down and partake
Enjoying wildlife industry
So much activity
Before the sultry air
Settles to impair
The coolness of this hour
Sitting in nature's bower
Sun rises early now
For those early risers, wow!
But worth striving
To see the solstice arriving
Love it! It’s nice to have a poetic cousin.
I'm watching too much CNN
I thought the ride was the breaking news
I wish there was a six-month lull
And a future with better views
Great poem!
It's low 90s for a high in Dallas. Tonight, Dan and I talked about a morning walk. Won't hold true for long but until then...
You folks are the brave ones!
This is l o v e l y! Short but patient in its telling, its reminders.
Thanks, Stacy!
I think the roller coaster never ends, Julie.
What a whimsical and wonderful ride this is.
Thanks so much, Yasmin. Right you are.
When light and darkness meet
Do they shake hands?
Blow a kiss?
Bow, flirt, dance?
Or passing strangers on the street
It’s a shadowy relationship, difficult to fathom except later, upon reflection. The partners switch places, exchange numbers, and head for opposite sides of the stage.