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In the deep darkness just before dawn
She listens to the stone silence
by her bedroom window
The day slowly awakens along with her mind
Early drivers hum along quietly in the distance
Birds begin to chatter
The day shows no promise of sun
with the misty gray sky standing in sharp contrast
To the deep, deep green of the oaks and maples
The grass is soaked with morning moisture
She breathes deeply
She looks out from her perch
to the back forty
Two doe are breaking their fast
Quickly, they stand at attention
Sensing danger, they seem to leap through the air
Seeking shelter and protection elsewhere
She wishes to stay here
away from the noise and clatter of her working day
This is her peace, her shelter, her nirvana
Another deep breath
A cleansing run
She readies herself for a new day
4 thoughts on “Thursday Morning”
Nice poem and hope you had a nice run. Peace!
How nice to hear from you! Thanks for being a part of my morning; it was nice talking with you.
Its a lovely poem with meaningful thought. I really liked the poem.
Thank you! Just a little morning inspiration last week….