Our Voices Carried

cutting through the fog
sparkling with dew
we connect

Morning Glory

I fly in your sky
and swim in
your ocean of blue


our misty world was soft
and we were free

Morning At The Farm

first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day

Morning Meadow

night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Just After The Sun Rose

a fairy
flew by
trailing magic

Taking The Day

mother and child
side by side
into the morning mist

Spring Morning In The Garden

a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects

As the Day Slowly Rises

beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist

In This Liminal Time

each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger


morning sun
through feathered cold
how night lingers on the window

Morning Light

the sun’s warming glow
breaks through darkness
and into the cold of woods

Amongst The Blooms The Wing-ed Ones

beyond the porch rail
butterfly and hummingbird
make their morning rounds

Morning’s Song

voices raised
in joyous praise
birds greet the day

Everything Rises

as morning sidles
to the edge of the garden
the gingko bows to the day