Friday, October 26, 2018
Morning Walk Begun In Darkness
By Donovan Baldwin
Morning walk begun in darkness. Even the sun's not awake.
Rabbits scurry away barely seen in the gray half light.
Slowly, light begins to dawn, hence the word, or vice versa, first to the east, gradually lightening the whole sky. Some reds, yellows, blues.
Shadowy things take shape and substance.
That's how life happens sometimes. Unsure of what we are seeing at first, until some sort of light, delineation, illuminates the scene, allowing us to make out details.
Despite claiming poethood, I don't like to get too mystical about these things. I've too many scars to balance myself entirely on sunrise and roses and rabbits in the dawn, but, I tend to forget they are there as I go about my daily obligations.
It's "nice", simple word, but useful, to reconnect with the momentarily unfamiliar familiar.
So many mornings of my life, I've watched the world's life renew itself, or, sadly, learned of someone or something NOT being renewed this day.
Cycle of life.
Sometimes we get in a rut and only see what we see, or think we see, day after day, and forget the other things.
That's one reason why I like morning walks.
I'm reminded that there's more to know about each day, than just the day-TO-day stuff we all deal with. I can start my day with news, or with rabbits scurrying away in the dewy grass as the sun begins to change the colors of the world from black and gray (grey for my Brit friends), to green and yellow and blue and red, and, waking up the sleepy birds, causes them to sing a sleepy good morning.
Just walking around in my mind, now that, with my help, of course, the sun's up.
Good morning.
Morning walk begun in darkness. Even the sun's not awake.
Rabbits scurry away barely seen in the gray half light.
Slowly, light begins to dawn, hence the word, or vice versa, first to the east, gradually lightening the whole sky. Some reds, yellows, blues.
Shadowy things take shape and substance.
That's how life happens sometimes. Unsure of what we are seeing at first, until some sort of light, delineation, illuminates the scene, allowing us to make out details.
Despite claiming poethood, I don't like to get too mystical about these things. I've too many scars to balance myself entirely on sunrise and roses and rabbits in the dawn, but, I tend to forget they are there as I go about my daily obligations.
It's "nice", simple word, but useful, to reconnect with the momentarily unfamiliar familiar.
So many mornings of my life, I've watched the world's life renew itself, or, sadly, learned of someone or something NOT being renewed this day.
Cycle of life.
Sometimes we get in a rut and only see what we see, or think we see, day after day, and forget the other things.
That's one reason why I like morning walks.
I'm reminded that there's more to know about each day, than just the day-TO-day stuff we all deal with. I can start my day with news, or with rabbits scurrying away in the dewy grass as the sun begins to change the colors of the world from black and gray (grey for my Brit friends), to green and yellow and blue and red, and, waking up the sleepy birds, causes them to sing a sleepy good morning.
Just walking around in my mind, now that, with my help, of course, the sun's up.
Good morning.
Labels: day, donovan baldwin, life, morning, morning walk, poet, sunrise, walk, walking
Thursday, May 04, 2017
Morning Musing: Breath of Life, That's Me
Morning Musings BC (Before Coffee):
I read something written by a friend yesterday that started my brain chugging. It played with the idea through the night, and, without caffeine, here's where I'm at.
I am old.
I don't do much for the Earth, or its people anymore.
However, I breathe.
When I breathe out, I, just like you, produce carbon dioxide. Carbon dioxide is, this layman says, what plants breathe in to stay alive.
So, I help give you grass, trees, flowers, and, especially, my favorite, roses...as well as other plants. These plants make the oxygen WE need to keep breathing. Many of these plants are edible, either by humans, or by other animals...which we eat, or enjoy in some other way.
Trees and bushes provide homes for many animals, and, butterflies and birds.
We NEED oxygen and food to live, but, I also would not like to consider life WITHOUT such things as butterflies, birds, and...of course...roses. Just dreaming out loud, in the morning, before coffee.
You're welcome.
Donovan Baldwin
I read something written by a friend yesterday that started my brain chugging. It played with the idea through the night, and, without caffeine, here's where I'm at.
I am old.
I don't do much for the Earth, or its people anymore.
However, I breathe.
When I breathe out, I, just like you, produce carbon dioxide. Carbon dioxide is, this layman says, what plants breathe in to stay alive.
Trees and bushes provide homes for many animals, and, butterflies and birds.
We NEED oxygen and food to live, but, I also would not like to consider life WITHOUT such things as butterflies, birds, and...of course...roses. Just dreaming out loud, in the morning, before coffee.
You're welcome.
Donovan Baldwin
Labels: animals, breath, breathe, coffee, morning, old, rose, roses
