composing lines


the air is clear and cold this morning

hints of sage and pine


i hear bird song 

there is much to learn about this place


too cold to sit in our backyard

just yet


the sun still hidden

the earth must spin a little more


i suspect it will

i tighten laces, open our little gate


take a deep and not-quite-satisfying breath

and begin


the first step is the hardest

it is a beautiful morning


i'm doing what i set out to do 

literally and metaphorically


in a semi-linear fashion

i run




marketa is still asleep

how does she do it


an untroubled mind

a clear conscience 


a genetic predisposition

a gift


off i go

these words forming


to be written down










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Written on 2020-09-19 at 14:19

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. Poetry in motion.

I love the way you describe the morning. It's brings me to a place in my mind, a memory, where I am immersed in feeling. Great write!