Morning Poems
Face the Music
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
My summer garden revealed gay pansies with faces,
As the scarlet tanagers flew roundabout singing.
A rapt audience, the flowers beamed in all places,
In the hour that golden butterflies were winging!
I sat myself on the porch swing, already in motion,
And I smiled to see pretty faces turned up to me,
As I smothered joyful in sunshine sound explosion,
In an irresistible pause for midmorning's beauty!
yes
by sea from theblueside
i woke up this morning
and thought of you while
i was brushing my teeth.
i smiled.
that's the poem right there.
When Morning Comes, My Love
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Pink skies will turn shimmery blue,
And reveal where the redbird flew,
As sunbeams sparkle on silvery dew,
At the golden rosy dawn, fully new!
Exotic birds will all sing in tune,
As butterflies seek the blooms of June,
And we'll make plans for the afternoon,
On the other side of alabaster moon!
Childish Rose
by Lana T.
Before today,
The warmest voice gave.
This peal crescent adored you,
Shared the light through your name.
Before I woke,
A few times ago,
My frame had flight,
Moments had soul.
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A Corner of the Garden
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In a corner of the garden,
I soak up the morning sun,
And I see a purple martin,
Singing 'til day is done!
Jasmine and orange roses,
Lend scent to sunshiny air.
Pink lilacs and primroses,
Allow the daydream flair!
A Multiverse
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dewdrops in lush grass, liquid sunshine,
Iridescent shimmers, mountain to valley,
Reflecting the velvety emerald of spring,
From innumerable different fresh angles.
Quicksilver on the purple morning petals,
Or on blooms crimson, cream or apricot.
The glister has come, proclaiming softly,
Tiny universes that were somehow forgot!
Autumn So Refreshing
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow,
Morning dew glistens and the sun is mellow.
I enjoy a cool walk in morning's freshness,
Yet memories of lost summer linger precious.
Beside tall trees the grass is turning brown,
Birds sing as colored leaves are coming down.
I see a scarecrow, in the breeze fluttering,
And the faded dying blooms without numbering!
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A Place Where We All Belong
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
As the sun begins to wake...
And the day begins to break...
Newborn babies commence to stir...
A hungry kitten lets out a purr...
Soon the bacon starts to sizzle...
The sun dries last night’s drizzle...
As the day embarks anew...
Coffee and chicory begin to brew...
......
yes
by sea from theblueside
i woke up this morning
and thought of you while
i was brushing my teeth.
i smiled.
that's the poem right there.
Fields of Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the blaze of the buttercup morning,
Bluejays were reeling in rich lapis skies,
And for miles lush nature was adorning,
In the golden age of hued butterflies!
Yellow and lovely were the flower fields,
Reaching forever at bright edge of day,
Yet long before dawn was destiny sealed,
With the promise of the endless bouquet.
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