Ode to a perfect morning…..

Today, it was just one of those mornings. Awakened early by the two canines who let us inhabit their house, I arose, grumbled momentarily and stumbled into the kitchen. One look outside let me know that they must have has a sense that this was a morning not to be missed. I fed them quickly, brewed a cup of java and went out with them to sit on our dock, still in my pajamas.

What happened next had me transfixed. We were treated to the day’s opening act….and it was a smash hit. So enraptured was I, that I knew simple prose would not capture the feeling. So here again is my attempt to tranquilize you with verse. I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed the inspiration.

The morning sun, shows night is done
As treetops start to glow,
With stifled yawn, I welcome dawn
And nature’s opening show.

Pines so tall, they must enthrall
And soften hardened hearts,
Herons fly, the earth defy
A perfect morning starts.

With sun as guide, the shadows hide
The nectar of the dew,
But birds prevail, with bobbing tail
And drink the morning through.

A turtle peeks, as air he seeks
Keeping watch around,
His shell a maze, and as I gaze
He’s gone without a sound.

Up from their snooze, duck families cruise
The ducklings now have size,
And though they swim, they’re still too trim
To navigate the skies.

So now the geese, break up the peace
And rightly take their place
But honk and clatter, doesn’t matter
They still exude their grace.

A zephyr breeze, does make with ease
It’s charming presence felt,
And I aware, without despair
Give thanks for what I’m dealt.


And up above, as if a dove,
A single cloud does stroll
I sit with wonder, cares asunder
Nature owns my soul,

The dogs and I, now bye and bye
Repair to house and hearth,
But be assured, we’ll soon be lured
To next day’s morning birth.

Al Hood
June 2013

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About Al

Retired from a couple of professions, trying my hand at writing about the events in our lives.
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17 Responses to Ode to a perfect morning…..

  1. Coming East says:

    You really are quite a good poet, Al. Loved this. I didn’t need a photograph.

  2. That was a beautiful Al, I could actually picture it. Great job.

  3. pattisj says:

    Wow, nice work, Al. We need to have those canines get you out in your pjs more often!

  4. You are too modest about your own gifts. Both the setting and the words are delightful. You have an appetite and appreciation for tranquillity which says all one needs to know about your character. More verses please.

  5. Cindy B says:

    You sure do live in a nice spot…and can write a beautiful poem about it too. Now that I know what mornings are like you’ll have to let me know what happens at night…ribbit ribbit?

    • Al says:

      You hit it right on the head, Cindy! We have the noisiest bullfrog in three counties. I want to hit him right on the head.

  6. pegoleg says:

    What a lovely description of a morning gift. I’m impressed, not just with the writing, but that you got up with the sun!

  7. Barbara says:

    Oh for a zephyr breeze! Here we have a force 6 northerly with chill factor of minus 5, but it is mid summer tomorrow…. Our ducklings have adapted to burrow deep underground rather than fly!

    Seriously, it’s not bad, but I do remember the summer I spent in Wildwood when the temperature varied between 90 and 105 for the whole summer. On the odd occasion it rained, it was still also hot, and while everything flooded during the morning’s downpour, the sun soon dried it up again & the humidity returned to where it belonged, in the air! Peter & I hope to retire somewhere where the weather s a bit more predictable! Preferably warm!! When we get there I will frame your poem and hang it on the wall 🙂

    • Al says:

      Sounds like you could paraphrase Mark Twain’s famous quote to “The coldest winter I ever spent was one summer in London.”

      • Barbara says:

        Sounds about right :). We have friends in Australia and New Zealand who are experiencing warmer weather than we are at the moment (although saying that, Wednesday morning was sunny & it is humid today)

        1990 was hot, and 1976. Surely we are due a summer soon?

  8. Grannymar says:

    I love mornings like that when the the air is fresh and the human world sleeps allowing me to enjoy nature’s concert.

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