Morning Cravings

It is the mornings you crave,
with their stillness,
with the sun still fresh, not yet brutal,
with the promise,
always the promise
of a new day.

The dawn may be a lie.
There may be storms just over the horizon,
hidden and cruel,
their sharp tongues cutting and cold,
but for this moment
the world is beautiful
and you gather your strength
in the silent promise.

About this poem

I am a morning person. And the first hour of my day sets the tone for the rest of it. Normally I get to enter my day slowly, with meditation, prayer, journaling, and yes, the writing of verse. And thus armed, I enter the fray.

The picture was taken at Chesapeake Beach, MD,

Tom