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Mellowed Morn

by Glenn Currier

The pickups across the alley seem asleep. No lights, exhaust fumes, man at the wheel ready to wheel into another work day.
Winter-denuded trees blend into his roof like dark rivulets from its peak. No lights in this dawning Saturday, all still asleep.
Except the birds feasting in the newly seeded bird feeder. In the softness of this new dawn their flights are silent.

The fog shrouded morning suffuses softness to hard edges. Clapboard storage unit rests quietly on the edge of the lawn.
Rakes, mowers, hoes still asleep, no work tension in their bodies. Fallen browned leaves lay on still-green lawn gently carpeting “the back.”
Cold black fingers of tiny limbs indistinguishable as individuals, smudged and blending instead. No limber bending till months-away spring.

Trees in the distance surrender their stark names to clouded sky not yet brightened by the distant weakened sun. The fog has laid upon this place
a muted harmony. No dissonant horns or voices heard in this diffused snooze of now. The only movement: from the winged creatures
greeting the day just yards away reminding: life still pulses. I fall into this peace.

The fog of sleep
a hallway moment away
where my self is mellowed
and lost beneath the sheets.

02/02/2019

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a haibun - http://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/pages_all/haibundefinitions.html . Thanks to Ronald A. Pavellas for the inspiration in his poem: "The Pill Box" - https://pathetic.org/poem/1549102514

Posted on 02/02/2019
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/10/19 at 06:01 PM

I enjoyed this in its entirety, felt I was there in your world for that moment, a place rich in its surroundings. I like how this form allows us a glance into what might inspire a poet to write the answering haiku. Thanks, Glenn!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/10/19 at 08:25 PM

You paint a clear picture for us here Glenn with your imagery and descriptiveness, one I know that I can personally relate to, being a resident of the Great White North.

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