Oh the morning hours…
blurry quiet, hazy glee.
Yet I cannot hold onto them
when they begin to flee.
A pitter-patter, then a stomp
comes down the staircase landing
scurrying away the birds,
the mists of morning standing.
Even if family does not invade
the morning will still dissipate…
for I begin to flutter around
and set my hands upon the gate.
5 December 2011
Another of those rhyming words that came spilling out in December…
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Life must be drawn, drawn upon,
Before it is interrupted,
Oh my, Dad…that is beautiful! Simply beautiful.
A colourful morning in black and white. Beautiful. 🙂
Fantastic crosshatch! Lovely words =)
I love both you and your dad’s poems! Your drawing is great too. Morning quiet is beautiful but being retired with the kids gone, I can admit that if I try to hang on to it for too long it just becomes boring and wasted as your dad says.
Thank you to each of you!!