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Morning Has Broken
“Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.”
--Cat Stevens.
Morning arrives aboard cottonmouth moments, fitful
glimpses of consciousness, our old tomcat on the deck
complaining, the congestion from the tail end of my cold
complicating oxygen consumption, my wife stirring in the
bathroom, for post-retirement she now works half-days
mid-week as a consultant--followed by cortical steroid
inhalations to control my asthma, with fresh fruit juice
gulps to clear the steroids out of my throat. My breakfast
routine--soy milk, cottage cheese, fruit & yogurt, with
a steaming cup of Chinese tea, clicks off as the darkness
outside my window embraces dawn, and an overcast
grayness sports pockets of blue sky & those odd rays
of sunshine--as October arrives lethargically midst the
meteorological confusion of our lovely lingering Indian
summer.
gulps to clear the steroids out of my throat. My breakfast
routine--soy milk, cottage cheese, fruit & yogurt, with
a steaming cup of Chinese tea, clicks off as the darkness
outside my window embraces dawn, and an overcast
grayness sports pockets of blue sky & those odd rays
of sunshine--as October arrives lethargically midst the
meteorological confusion of our lovely lingering Indian
summer.
The ancient maple
towers majestically--
leaves turning yellow.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at dVerse Pets Pub
11 comments:
I should really try tea for breakfast and fresh fruits. Looks like a beautiful morning Glenn. Love that ancient maple trees turning yellow ~ Hope you are well~
Very descriptive and tactile writing. I had Cat's song spinning around in my head as I read. Nice touch. Did you know that song is written in a 9/8 time signature? Unusual for a 'pop' song.
The thought of cottonmouth moments is something that made me really get wide awake... and then the gentle pace of those moments of breakfast... enjoyed with that gentle haiku to conclude, like joining you watching those leaves soon to fall.
I love that my lingering thought will be your maple tree.
ah, i imagine the morning birds in those ancient maples...beautiful scenario.
Goodness ❤️ You have described such an incredible scene here! Beautifully executed.
Nice to see a quote from Cat Stevens - he appeared at a local venue quite recently but I missed him. I always loved his music. A great song to get up to and, while I was reading - it's evening here by the way - I imagined you, your wife and your old tomcat. I'm now looking forward to a similar darkness embracing dawn when I get up to write at six tomorrow morning - I'll be thinking of the leaves on your maple turning yellow and you all going into your evening.
Love those "cottonmouth moments" especially.
And that Cat Stevens quote is divine!
That was awesome. But, it's bourbon in the Eve and tea in the morning ... Naw! French roast coffee, dark and with a smile :-)
ZQ
I love Cat Stevens and it's nice to have that beautiful melody in my head right now. Well, I hope your cold lets go soon so you can breathe again, Glenn. Thanks for the glimpse into your morning routine...and the maple.
I like the way your breakfast routine moves into the scene of the sun beginning to rise. Vivid images.
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