The morning hours were whispering and nudging me softly
to wake up and do some work. My half awake mind and
my ever alert soul, could see the beauty of the breaking day
and a thankful heart was fully in love with the universe.
A small hunger pang made me get up and head to breakfast
The aroma of coffee and a delicious slice of full grain bread
A piece of French toast with sugar and a sunny side up egg.
All too soon a second filling of coffee was inside my cup.
My body felt satisfied, my soul and heart and mind were too.
I sent a loving message to my wife and sons and i was ready
for a day with lots of work, lots of thoughts, lots of love.
There's a mention of some kind of meditation for your soul, heart and mind to be satisfied but otherwise it seems that your morning was just pretty mundane and not very inspiring especially with only coffee, eggs and toast for breakfast.
Thanks for the comment, George. When I was younger, I considered so many mornings ordinary or mundane. Now, every moment of the day, that I am awake, I consider special instants. I want to savour the bitterness and sweetness of each moment. Mornings, even the most simple ones, stand out as extraordinary moments, filled with glory. I just wanted to share something of that notion. I you can be inspired by some of my other poems. Thanks again and best regards. Hans @Aufie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morning hours reflect beautiful breeze and light motivates mind and soul. Heart perceives beauty of joy and perception. Beautiful sharing is done here.10
Many thanks, Kumarmani. I am so glad that your poetic soul appreciates the full message in this poem.