Morning Hour

Posted: June 6, 2015 in poetry
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Awake for this morning hour
Listening to the quiet
peering through the predawn veil
of neither day nor neither night
the distant call of birds
and faint bark of a lonely dog
The wind’s indecision between breezy or calm
Behind the cloud shrouded red horizon’s dim mosaic
the Sun’s determination to either be shown
or not revealed today
I and the dandelions wait.

DSS

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  1. Your “Morning Hour” poem is perfection! You’ve beautifully captured that hopeful mysterious….often glorious…time right before the sun rises. A time when all living creatures wait…hoping in the darkness that they will get to welcome the sun one more time. 🙂
    Coop and I often take a walk between 4 and 5 a.m…it really is a magical time! 🙂

    What a great ending to your poem, J! I love waiting with the dandelions, too! There is a great life analogy in those words! 🙂

    HUGS!!! Happy Whee-kend!!! 🙂

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    • I’m definitely a morning person too. Well, I guess I’m a night person, too. Let’s just say I don’t like to sleep. Yes, early morning when it is just getting light but the sun is still well below the horizon is a perfect time for me. Dandelions at my latitude stay closed if the Sun is covered by clouds at dawn. It is like they wait to see if they will have the day off, I sort of feel that way too. Coop would be a great walking companion but I’ll bet his short legs have to move pretty fast to keep up with you, 🙂 Thank you for your gracious words about the poem. I like it, too. 😀

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