“Morning Renewal”

Morning breaks after a rain-soaked night
the sun rises over the peak of a nearby house
beginning to warm the day.

Petals scattered by the storm lie drifted
strewn across stone walkways
reminders of recent sorrows.

She awakens and begins her life anew
does not read the words written
instead sets them aside.

Sitting in the sunlight she sips coffee
feeling her spirit renewed
her passion for living ignited.

Written using some of the words from this week’s Wordle at Sunday Whirl. My first poem of NaPoWriMo!


Morning’s quiet stillness is pierced
a single screech at first
then an accompanying cry
then several more calling back
No nightmare though
starts this cacophony
no half-remembered dream
or lingering desperation.
This dissonance is external
this clamor not held within these four walls.

As I wake early, turning my gaze to the sun
I take a moment to quiet my thoughts
to learn how to separate myself
from the discord.

“Morning Embrace”

I embrace each morning
with an open heart
and without expectation
for morning brings with it
a chance to start again
to see the world afresh
to find joy and wonder in life

This week’s challenge for Trifextra is “33 words about a new beginning.” Mornings are new beginnings, each and every one of them, and should be celebrated as such.


in the moment between
and waking
there exists a moment of knowing
unbridled anticipation
by recollections of a dream
a misty premonition
of future bliss
a promise of delight and wonder

Thirty-three words to describe the anticipation of a new day, an answer to this week’s Trifecta challenge.

“Conversations With Death: Morning”

Death spoke to me early this morning
while it was still dark
and the chill of the autumn night
permeated everything.
He told me he was afraid
in a voice like dry leaves scattered across the grass,
and I laughed.
What could Death fear? I asked
and he looked at me grimly
(as only Death can).
I fear the things you surround yourself with
said Death.
I fear that brightness in your eyes
when you look upon those you love.
I fear the warmth that spreads through your heart
when you hear their voices,
when you feel their touch.
I fear the strength you take from a cold autumn night
and from an unrestrained storm.
When Death said these things he trembled,
cowering before me, pitiful and small.
Why do these things frighten you? I asked
and Death smiled.
Because of them I cannot touch you,
Death replied.
I can dance around you, taunting and jeering,
but while you are shrouded by those things
I can never embrace you.
I watched him then depart, slipping off into the cold
as dawn broke,
drawing the darkness away with him.
Death spoke with me early this morning,
and told me I am alive.

This, my first bit of writing in some time, was inspired by this week’s Trifecta challenge, and by the seasona; changes I see all around me.
Also offered up to With Real Toads’ weekly Open Link Monday, Poets United’s Poetry Pantry, and Open Link Night over at d’Verse. Click through and read some amazing words!

Note: I am humbled to know that this poem placed third in the Trifecta challenge for the week it was entered. Thanks so much!