Seasonal Mornings

Posted on April 2, 2019 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  2019 April PAD Challenge – Day 1 – Write a morning poem
and for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Write a poem about love! Or about the seasons changing, love affairs growing old, streams swelled with rain, memories of Simon and Garfunkel in Central Park, or anything else that comes up for you while watching and listening to this perfect, perfect song. Enjoy!

Start of a winter morn
hiss of heat, a promise
slippers for icy tiled floor

Chirping, chattering birds
balanced on branches
of budding maple tree

Lemon sun sings morning
early coffee outdoors
‘fore afternoon’s orange ball

Awaken in Autumn chill
leaves loosening in breeze
time to change clothes closet

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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15 Responses to Seasonal Mornings

  1. Sherry Blue Sky says:
    April 2, 2019 at 12:17 am

    I love how the seasons determine and define our days, and our joys and comforts. Loved this, Sara.

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  2. Susie Clevenger says:
    April 2, 2019 at 12:48 am

    Ah April and the changing of the closet are so welcome…Love this!

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  3. wildchild47 says:
    April 2, 2019 at 1:06 am

    I agree with Sherry’s comment – the way you’ve painted a brief glimpse into the seasons of a day, the transitions unfolding, how we morph and watch, lean into the day and the changes –
    lovely Sara 🙂

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  4. kanzensakura says:
    April 2, 2019 at 2:03 am

    I love all the sounds and colors you have put into this poem. “Lemon yellow sun sings morning”…this just sounds so perfect. There was a premature changing of the clothes closet…flipflops have been put back under the bed to be pulled out at a later date. But that is April, changeable.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    April 2, 2019 at 2:42 am

    You get in all the important details of each season, as if effortlessly.

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  6. Marian says:
    April 2, 2019 at 9:33 am

    So nice. Time to change the clothes now for spring. 🙂

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  7. sanaarizvi says:
    April 2, 2019 at 3:09 pm

    Love that lemon sun 🙂 beautiful writing, Sara! ❤️

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