Waking in the Night

Last night, in the silence of 1am I woke, as one does.

What you do with your middle of the night wakings is your mystery.

I can never get right back to sleep until

I’ve made my rounds to settle my mind.

During my wakeful 1 o’clock, my first stop was the bathroom;

someone needed to check it was still there. It was. Continue reading “Waking in the Night”

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Dawn Breezes

Coffee with cream,

steaming into dawn as

a sweet breeze sifts my hair.

Eyes closed in stillness

I hear the ocean in these rustling, rustling leaves

as if the trees speak in the language of waves.

And I wonder if, instead

it’s the ocean calling with the voices of trees.

As the rising steam moves softly sideways and away

I imagine these trees speaking of the shore

as

the ocean dreams of the forest.

And coffee with cream

shifts the waves

of morning leaves.

 

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forestcheckPhoto Credit: Anita Bowen Photography