As the sun was rising,
I woke to the birds.
Happy to have their morning meal.
As that first cup of coffee is made,
Fumes are breaking the spell.
Opening the door to the new day.
Walking down that golden path.
Sitting on an old bench.
Looking at what the day has given.
People wave as they pass.
On their way.
I listen & see.
Not the noise but the
inner joy
of life itself.
~ JC ~
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13 comments:
Beautiful words this morning, JC.
This made me happy to be alive.
I love your blog....the words are beautiful....thank you for being you....
Lovely and peaceful!!
I hope you capture this feeling over and over and over.....
Doesn't that sound like a perfect summers morning near the waters edge.
awesome insights..
well done tale.
Beautiful and joyful, reflecting the optimism of the morning so perfectly.
What a beautiful blog. My first time here. Thanks for commenting on MY blog as it introduced me to yours. And thanks for caring about Sparkles.
I enjoy your poem as you seem to enjoy life.
moving and as ever a lovely poem. Love Darcy, Bingley and Helen xxx
i love knowing that so many understand about listening within. lovely words, jc. btw, i thought about you and whether you would see my kitty post! thanks for commenting! ;)
What a peaceful way to start the day, listening, looking... seeing life's symphonies around us.
Hello neighbor; loved the start
on your day, your five cats,
two dogs, boatman, and the
children. WA state is so perfect
to reside in; mountains close,
the ocean within reach, moderate
climate, and the biggest inland
sea around, plus the largest fleet
of ferries in the country. Down
here in Sumner, I am the head
on the muscular foothills to
the Cascades, a river rat, and
valley guy. Have you ever read
Tom Sullivan's book, WISH YOU
COULD SEE WHAT I HEAR.?
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