Robed in Fleece
- Cathy Stenquist
- Jan 17
- 1 min read
Lately, my attempts to get back to sleep after early morning shuffles, have dismally failed.
I close my eyes, and try to clear my mind, but a switch has flipped on this poet's mind.
My muse has taken her seat at the edge of my bed.
Try as I might...
I cannot ignore her clever poetic suggestions and drift back to my sleepy "happy place."
So I rise.
Heading down the shadowed halls, wrapped in fleece, the images out my picture window catch my eye. After a deep breath of surrender, I am kind of liking this routine.
An unexpectedly, peaceful way to start the morning.
This week two poems have flowed out my heart at 6:00 a.m. so fast, that I may keep this up and see if a collection of morning imaginings will be my muse's gift.
This morning's poem...
...and one from earlier this week.
So Happy Poetry Friday everyone. Hope this morning's dawn brought you a smile.
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Oh my goodness, everyone! I am in near tears with your lovely comments. Thank you for stopping by. YOur encouragement means more than you know:) Happy writing! Cathy
Cathy, your early morning musings are marvelous! I love the "lavender snow" and the "copper glows" from the windows of others who are slowly inching (and brewing) their way into the morning. Also love the "sheets, soft as clouds" shifting in the "crisp icy air." Beautiful images! - Karen Edmisten
That lavender snow...that copper sun, and those yawning silhouettes. Lovely. I can picture this. And, I long to hold the hand of Wolf Moon. Beautiful morning poems, Kathy. Keep going!
What lovely gifts the morning has given you...and you have given us!
Cathy- Your poems have left me breathless! You and I have a lot in common when it comes to early morning muses, I think. This morning, while still in bed, I crafted a complete haiku in my brain based on a dream I had. I think my most creative period of the day is that early morning time when I, like you, shuffle to my writing space and say hello to the moon. Thank you for sharing these beauties.