Morning Poem, January 21, 2017



In the quiet morning I slipped from my bed

And walked outside, into the light mist

At the top of the hill the sun had broken through

And lit the tall grasses and sparkled across the puddles

Left by last night’s rain


There were a few others awake and walking

In their scarves and gloves

The same as every morning

In their quiet and happy ways

Holding hands, leading dogs

All before the traffic starts

Before the noise of the day.



copyright 2017

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