A Morning Poem by Morgan Michaels

A Morning

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Like a cricket in tall grass foretelling fall
the alarm chirps staccato:
the harps begin
'good morning', mutters the bird and
Turlough O'Carolan rides bog-side again,
off which fogs in coils rise
veiling a smudge of sun
astride a gray mare who trots forth, turns and laughs
'You late, ya' coof. Fo' 'da feast, ya' coof'.
'Giddy-yap', he snaps, and, 'mind the path;
'They can wait'- and rides on.

There is nothing to do but rise:
already a dozen to-do's buzz about my ears.
a morning glory flares blue on air
a heart-shaped leaf peeps through the pane-
a moment of utter tranquility,
maybe the finest- maybe the finest ever-
then, time, it is time, time.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gajanan Mishra 04 September 2013

moment of utter tranquility, good write,

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