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hello gentle morning

i’m not much of a morning person.  

Not one to lounge around all day, I usually wake up by 7:00 or 7:30, but I want it to be quiet, coffee-filled and without conversation.  

For a person of words, this seems wacky, nonetheless it’s my preference.  Birds and butterflies get it, starting the day with gentleness…

morning creeps beautifully over the horizon, a graceful beginning to the ballet
lusty red-breasted robins bob about pecking for a morsel
a chorus of mourning doves coo the gentle background notes
pale sherbet hues nonchalantly embrace dusky skies
casting appropriate light on the dawning dancers
beads of dew on outstretched fields reflect the emerging colors
whispering cues to prima ballerina
gossamer winged she pirouettes, kissing wildflowers with each turn
lithe, agile on pointe movements across a stage of meadow grass
day’s sweet-tempered choreography shatters as sun breaks the skyline
gilding the tiptoe performance


Happy gentle morning, my friends –

Missy


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  1. sewsavyMarch 30, 2016 at 7:49 AM

    That looks like a beautiful morning. I love watching the sunrise in the quiet of the morning. I'm up by 5:30 usually, earlier in summer to catch those quiet morning hours, savor my coffee, read and have a few introspective moments. Fortunately, my son is a late riser so it gives me time for quiet reflection. I'm with you on this though I'm not totally adverse to a conversation should there be one. I think most writers like quiet and prefer to observe the noise of the world. You wrote this beautifully.

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    1. Missy AMarch 30, 2016 at 12:15 PM

      Thanks, Marlene. You said it, quiet and observation. I learn so much doing just that. Have a great week!

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