With only the rain's rhythm
To announce another Saturday
I welcome the quiet of awakening thoughts
I steer from the static
Of televised chatter
Noise that offends the ear
The hum of my house
Pleasant enough
The clock's steady swinging pendulum
Counting the minutes of calm
The distant soft purr
Of my ancient cat
Reminds me
To him, each day quite the same
Outside the thirsty ground swells
A soaking soon after summer went away
The slightest of haze hovers the lake
As to keep the day in a sleepy state
I care not to disturb the serenity
Lounging instead with a lazy swallow
Of a well steeped cup of Earl Grey tea
And time for me
Yes... time for me
The fattened dog appears from another room
Attentively curls around my feet
He's fond of slow steps and stretches
And mornings when my attention
Is not yet focused elsewhere
If to bottle this hour
Save it, store it on a high shelf
Knowing soon the trees will be bare
The winds with biting brutality
Will cause me hesitation
Of taking to the streets
For my early mind clearing wanderings
Than I would preserve this gentle morning
Of rainfall that offers a song
This is a beautiful poem Susan. The words are soothing and euphonic and rightly bring images of calm and beauty and peace. I too love these kinds of mornings...look forward to them. Instead of Earl Grey, I prefer a stiff black coffee softened with cream. Very well written. I like your word choices and the rhythm of your writing. Counting minutes of calm is a great line. It sounds nice, but it directs the reader to realize that this is an ephemeral moment. And lounging with a Lazy swallow...that sounds like a dream! Thanks so much for your poem. PEACE.
soft and sweet song in the morning soaks he lazy thoughts And keeps the day gentle, energetic and wise- good pennig
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Susan about the good graces of morning