A steaming cup of black coffee, I pause
Listening
for those long ago mornings, past
A slowly released ensemble, a low rumbling
Symphony
performed by Stumpy and Dakota
stretching and twitching
the new day awake
leaving
memories, of a prior nights' hunt
running those wooded Kentucky
hills, behind
now buried under fallen leaves
a slowy bellowed, exhaled ,yawn
that only, well rested large hounds
release
after,......... a well rested,deserved
sleep
I listen
Intently
to the quiet,humming of the morning
hearing ,instead
softly muffled, quick paced steps
once
across my ceiling
and I know
some sounds, you will always
miss. lost, .lost in the misty
morning
Snassano 2-25-09
Yours of course is a million miles away and superb! I can easily relate to this, being an early morning 'angler myself.
Some of the sights and sounds in my fishing moments have inspired me also. Well written indeed ..Steve C. And, can I come climbing? lol
Regis
such a soft tragedy.
but i always enjoy the way you crush a heart gently.
> <
(\)
Cheers,
Dan
just a joy to read and imagine!Superb poem!
Eileen
Myrna
Be always safe,
Karen
in the steaming coffee and the morning mist. -gene.
Very interesting write. The beginning is so relaxing, than becomes so sad. And I agree with Cindy, you can visualize this scene quite vividly.
Mary
Mary
With Love,
Cindy