Saturday, November 5, 2011
Outside, January Morning
Outside, January Morning
Outside, January morning,
crisp, still air of dawn,
hoar frost blankets the rows
of green and purple lettuce.
The sun hasn't climbed the wall
to greet the garden
with it's brilliant yellow light.
Inside, I wrap my hands around
a warm, golden cup of tea,
breathing in curls of opalescent steam,
taking in that first, wonderful sip.
Sacred ritual of morning begins my aubade,
quiet contemplation, silent stillness
before I am kissed
by the climbing yellow light of day.
Word of the Day: aubade. (noun) a piece sung or played outdoors at dawn, usually as a compliment to someone. ORIGIN:French, equivalent to aube, the parting of two lovers at dawn.
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being kissed by the climbing yellow light of day..love this...love it most when i'm kissed by the morning light while riding my bike into a new dawn..breathing curls of opalescent steam...i like
ReplyDeleteI can feel my way into this situation. You lead the reader well.
ReplyDeleteMornings are the best time of day, I think, no matter which month...
ReplyDeletenice....love the capture of the tea and the sun rising to great you as well..that sounds like my kind of morning...
ReplyDeleteI like that beautiful capture of the morning, weaving with the season. Thanks for introducing the word aubade ~
ReplyDeleteI really like your yellow focus - linking the sun and the tea and then the kiss of the light of the day. This captures those morning moments just beautifully.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can feel it, especially the green and purple lettuce and rising sun on a cold day.
ReplyDeleteLovely....my kind of day.
ReplyDeleteYou've found some warmth in a cold place... I sing my aubade for you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and descriptive. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and the word of the day, nice touch. -Kelly
ReplyDeleteSplendid picture of a serene, well-observed morning. Your use of color perfects it. And as I read it, I'm cradling a cup of tea! :0) Victoria
ReplyDeletelove the idea of the aubade, and your explanation of made it all the more fitting to this piece. there is such crystalline tranquility in your words here... it almost makes me want winter to go ahead and get here!
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