Tag Archives: morning

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you  greet  the  morning

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smiling  at  the  Sun

breathing  in  the  Earth’s  sweet  scents

you  greet  the  morning

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dancing  on  your  toes

a  playful  breeze  your  partner

you  welcome  the  day

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with  your  arms  raised  high

fingers  reaching  for  the  sky

you  beckon  Springtime

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i  greet  the  morning

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eyes  wide  open…..    arm  stretched  out

i  greet  the  morning  with  hope…..

with  joy…..    with  a  song

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i  sing  to  Mother  Earth

i  dance  with  the  playful  breeze

i  celebrate  the  day

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a  smile  on  my   face

happy   just  to  be  alive

i  summon  the  Sun

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we  greet  the  morning

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we  sing  good  morning

to  the  Earth,  Wind,  Sun  and  Sky

a  sweet  melody

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we  dance  in  circles

keeping  in  step  with  the  breeze

a  morning  celebration  filled  with  joy!

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with  arms  open  wide

we  welcome  all  to  join  us

in  greeting  the  day

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“Here Comes The Sun”    The Beatles   George Harrison

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originally posted  15 April 2010
{ revised slightly }

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artwork   ~   “Mountain Morning”    Ronnie Landfield
{  fair use }

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Filed under NaBloPoMo, poetry, Post-A-Day2013, redux

coffee flavored kiss

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            every morning

he lost himself in her sweet

       coffee flavored kiss

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Filed under haiku, senryu

night drifts into morning

the night drifts into the morning

as my thoughts keep drifting to you

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Filed under micropoetry

winter morn

  • as the morning breaks
  • and the first rays of sunlight
  • touch the barren trees
  • a magical sight appears
  • sparkling everywhere one turns
  • light reflecting off icicles
  • brighter than any diamonds
  • nature’s decorations
  • until the leaves return
  • in the warmth of spring

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morning dove

as the golden rays

of the sun’s first light

gently

caressed my face

i heard

the soft flutter of wings

and turned

to see

a morning dove

bathed

in gold

flying

straight

into

the

sun

or so

it seemed

to me

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