weird bird sound
variation of a squawk whistle
it is camouflaged
no idea if this creature is from here or another planet
a gray moth lands on my pathetic-looking dog bed
she puts her wings together
I hit my hands together hard
trying to kill a mosquito
I miss
two bees hover
I hope they are honeybees
they are tiny so I am optimistic
they are not; they are bumbles
someone’s lawnmower is humming
Not the farmer next door
His is louder
the bumbles are walking across my porch
this seems odd
they are usually flying
who who who who
an owl?
not quite a hoot
whatever it is, it sooths me
nothing as wonderful as a morning on my porch
with a cup of coffee and a puppy
A songbird sings of morning glory,
twittering homage to Dawn's first light.
And ebony shadows fade to shade
as they lose the protection of Night.
The sun rises from a scarlet shroud,
draping itself in a golden hue.
And shining above Earth's eastern rim,
light paints the sky a robin-egg-blue.
Blood tints the clouds cotton candy pink
as the heart of Night's pierced by Dawn.
And, soon, color is fully restored;
while dew sprinkles glitter on the lawn.
Butterflies and bumblebees waken;
as a new day slowly fills with sound.
And Hope renews with every sunrise:
it's not lost; it's waiting to be found.
well hello there ~ wowza girl
and a very good morning to you
is that a new dress !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Morning Beautiful
Morning beautiful.
What did you say?
I was unable to hear,
As I was lost in your spheres,
Like I have been for a thousand years.
And if you ever need me near,
I’ll be right here with open ears.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The dew will fail to pool...
Catching Light, becoming Air.
A daytime dream. Briefly held.
Wisped away.
Like every day.
The forest of grass
received a starshower of overnight starlight
which pooled in places in the fields.
Silken hammocks. Spider-stitched.
For the briefest low-light
momentaries, as a foggéd breath might,
they seem to give me cause to think
that
they may have caught the Moonlight.
Though, in time, the sod and sun
will drink the dew
and the day’s demands will leave trodden
the patches in the paddocks.
Of silver. Of sun. Of moon. Of stars.
Of magical
pools.
AWAKENING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
dawn's fresh wakening
the wind's gentle kiss on skin
new beginnings born
Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In The Morning
In the morning the house smells
Of the sandalwood scented candle
I burned all night
In honor of a slain patriot.
I wake heart still heavy
And it just gets heavier
When the news keeps coming in
Of how much his enemies despised him
And how they gleefully celebrate now.
It’s odd to think of sane people celebrating
The murder of a kind and just and righteous,
And may I say, pure soul.
It just goes to show where their hearts are
And where they are not.
Morning dawns on a new day
As hundreds of millions of Americans wake up
To what is now an openly declared war
Between good and evil, liberty and tyranny.
And somehow it feels like 1775
All over again.
(9/11/25)
RISING SUN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
softly, sun rises
dances across horizon
warm and comforting
For only a few days, a sojourn
With the mountains or by a waterfall
In search of an autumn dawn
Amidst the mist on the blades of grass
_______________________
10 September 2025
sunshine on warm september mornings
autumn eases in quiet and on tiptoes
love in many splendoured colours
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
The morning after I tried to die was just like any other. My Grandmother called me from the kitchen, alarming me that I had slept-in too late. My face was puffy in my eyes, cheeks and lips. My body was fatter and more stocky. My color was all-well returned back to my head, with my nose a bright red. I had taken most of the pills in my prescription bottle, surprisingly nobody noticed the amount of them that were missing. Even though I was breathing, I have been dead for months.
The morning after I told her I was better off nowhere, in the thirty degrees heat, I left. I figured it made no matter where I found myself in the world anyways, for I was just a problem made of atoms.
The morning after he told me he loved me I took his blindness and handed it to Jesus, Jesus healed him like he did the others, and suddenly he was just a boy who had said three words he’d never mean.
The morning after the dog left, I saw his footprints embedded in the living room carpet like cement. I saw him moaning and crying at the door like the ghost he was, begging to come back.
The morning after I woke up, I wish I had not. But that's just life.
Early September in our apartment corridor
Echoes from the snake moving along the path
Splashes of light from the tide in your eyes
A painter creating a glossy black spiral
_______________________
8 September 2024
Coveted entrance opens again for the sunrays
Whisper with the tinges of clouds succeeds
Coats of fog and moats of hesitation dropped
Sunbeams set to get into the tidal summit
____________________________
7 September 2025
against the cold backdrop of a monochrome sky
resplendent music permeate from a blackbird's sigh
Specific Types of Morning Poems
Definition | What is Morning in Poetry?
Poems Related to Morning
dawn, prime, daybreak, morn, aurora, daylight, sunup, cockcrow, sunrise, break of day, first blush, morrow, am, forenoon, dayspring, after midnight, ante meridiem, before lunch, before noon, breakfast time, crack of dawn, early bright, foreday, morningtide, wee hours,