Early December Mornings

Fresh frost coats the ground,

people dressed in coats and scarves

shiver and speed-walk to their cars.

Take one step outside,

any grogginess felt before disappears

behind the crisp December air.

Some heat up their car and go back inside,

some didn’t plan that far ahead

and instead shiver on their way to work,

and by the time they get to work

they refuse to leave the furnace they’ve created.

Two workers greet each other with a friendly,

“It’s too cold,”

while the other retorts,

“It’s too early!”

They both take sips of their hot drink,

sigh, and walk into their workplace.

The retail ship is decorated for Christmas,

but no workers have any Christmas cheer left.

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Winter Mornings

The chill in the air,

the calm winter snow,

tells me I’ll be okay.

And if not today,

soon.

The leafless trees

and the desolate dirt trail,

now shrouded in white

and slowing down travelers.

Life stops in the winter

and lets me breathe.

I’d never met a morning I liked

until I met a northern winter morning.

The comfortable silence,

the perpetual, still air.

I glance outside

and I regain a part of me I once lost.

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That early morning dew smell

7:21 am.

Window slightly cracked,

a cool breeze passes

and I awake.

The smell of dew

and birds chirping

make me feel something

I haven’t felt in a while.

I never wake up this early,

but my window outlooks the east

and I can see the sun rising-

it’s beautiful,

almost enough to keep me awake.

I haven’t written in a month,

it’s been a tough summer,

but there’s something about 

cool summer mornings.

I don’t feel so broken.

Summer mornings.

Hot dewy air,

fresh cut lawns,

birds chirping,

hopeful breezes,

unsure what today will bring

but it rained over night

and the humidity finally broke,

so maybe it’ll be a good one.

 

Sipping coffee outside,

groggily making plans.

Trees green and lush,

flowing in the gentle breeze.

Taking in the moment,

remember this feeling.

 

Winter is soon,

these trees will be white,

the breeze brutal.

No more sitting outside in the morning,

waking up and feeling whole,

so remember how good it feels.