early morning,
with
cup of kenyan blend.
i step outside,
to meet my day.
all soft,
misty drizzle.
cocooning the view,
to the koi pond
and slick driveway.
stepping stones,
are
soft wet coins
on greenback lawn.
dewed and glistening new.
the last
of the snapdragons,
weep in bright tears
of beauty.
the portulaci
have closed their
faces to the world,
to await the
returning sun.
in the pond,
the koi swim,
and glide
like solar flashes
caught while bathing.
bright moving wonder
on the colourless day
and as i watch
the surface becomes
hypnotic as water drops
create ring,bisecting
ring, bisecting ring.
concentricity,
most exquisite.
the smell of jasmine
eucalypt and coffee
mix and mingle with
exhaust and salted iodine.
sound is muted.
birds, whisper this morning.
even the kookaburras call,
in stuttering short chuckles.
the sea, so close, is but a murmur, a chinese whisper
on the frail wind.
the small grey cat,
comes to sit with me
nose, aquiver,
ears swiveling
to and fro.
a pause before,
harrumphing
and stalking
back into the
dry, cosy, warmth.
i soon follow....
leaving the day,
to it's softness.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
early morning,
with
cup of kenyan blend.
i step outside,
to meet my day.
all soft,
misty drizzle.
cocooning the view,
to the koi pond
and slick driveway.
stepping stones,
are
soft wet coins
on greenback lawn.
dewed and glistening new.
the last
of the snapdragons,
weep in bright tears
of beauty.
the portulaci
have closed their
faces to the world,
to await the
returning sun.
in the pond,
the koi swim,
and glide
like solar flashes
caught while bathing.
bright moving wonder
on the colourless day
and as i watch
the surface becomes
hypnotic as water drops
create ring,bisecting
ring, bisecting ring.
concentricity,
most exquisite.
the smell of jasmine
eucalypt and coffee
mix and mingle with
exhaust and salted iodine.
sound is muted.
birds, whisper this morning.
even the kookaburras call,
in stuttering short chuckles.
the sea, so close, is but a murmur, a chinese whisper
on the frail wind.
the small grey cat,
comes to sit with me
nose, aquiver,
ears swiveling
to and fro.
a pause before,
harrumphing
and stalking
back into the
dry, cosy, warmth.
i soon follow....
leaving the day,
to it's softness.
napowrimo day 6
prompt write a poem of what you see hear and feel
outside your window/door
(paraphrased)
Request permission to use this poem