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Early Morning
by Alison McKenzieThe early morning brings the most relief
With the coolest breezes
And the easy dreaming
Of twighlight fade.
Save me a spot just there
Forever serene in the peace of it.
Cleansing breath of a new beginning,
Memory-slate wiped clean
For just the tip of that moment,
Ill slip quietly back into my body,
Awakened by the hand of a gentle dawn
To soothe away yesterdays ache.
07/23/2008 Author's Note: I'm looking forward to a good night's rest, and those early morning hours just as the sun is peeking over the horizon.
Posted on 07/24/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/24/08 at 12:57 PM ...ali, in the seventies, Melanie Sofka sang a song called "Baby Day"...the essence of a morning was what she was calling the baby day. since then i've loved that concept and that's why you love a morning so much, it's freshness, it's renewing effect on our affect [if you will] and so good to see these words...the day is bettered with you in it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/24/08 at 02:57 PM I'm in love with that second stanza! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/24/08 at 03:13 PM Oh yes, that time of awakening when the mind just barely recognizes itself and natures sights and sounds just tease us into rising with expectations. Well done lady. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/24/08 at 06:16 PM Chaz said it so well, just let me add to all (and especially) his last words after [if you will]...
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| Posted by Alisa Js on 07/25/08 at 01:48 AM lovely... aloha |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 07/25/08 at 03:18 AM oooh...i so wish i could enjoy that perfect stillness of early morning, before anyone else awakens...but alas, i now work evenings and am learning to appreciate the stillness of midnight. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/27/08 at 04:33 AM I am sitting here on our balcony on a quite Sunday morning in Allschwill Switzerland. The temp a perfect 61 F, sippin espresso I looking out at the beautiful Jura Mountains while I read your poem. PERFECT Alison.... |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/23/09 at 05:22 PM I'm in love with this whole piece! So beautifully written. I really thought I was "The last living Morning person". I enjoyed reading this piece. |
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