Early Morning Poem, June 5, 2016


I walked out early this morning
Before six
It’s Sunday, so there was no traffic
And the fine mist that fell
Or lingered in the air
Made it seem that even the rain itself
Was not yet awake.
Everything around
The drooping, wet branches
The hesitant, grey sky
The quiet houses
Told me to walk slowly
And look and listen.
Not even the rabbits moved
As I approached
And the songbirds
Cardinals born last month
Stayed on their roosts
As if it was too early
Even for danger.

One car, marked with the sign
Of the morning newspaper
Crept off of the road
And onto an alley to the woods
I suspect something is wrong
There are no houses out there
No papers to be delivered
But then I think
That the boy or man
May be ahead of schedule
And hoping for ten minutes of sleep.

Copyright 2016

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2 Responses to Early Morning Poem, June 5, 2016

  1. Great Poem 🙂 Like the feel of it & the description of how the mist left everything.

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