a poem in my pocket

grateful to waken early
with breath in my lungs
brew savory cup of tea
hear ancient word speak

layer leggings & jeans,
turtleneck & farm coat,
wool hat with braided
tassles, insulated boots

grateful to leave house
in dark under moonsliver
glance of morning star on
walk to vintage white barn

feed (pet,referee) cats first
measure buckets for cows
clean out bunk and pause
by old hayshed, hear moos

of sunrise, watch that scene
unfurl glorious promises of
another fresh day above the
silhouette of neighbor’s farm

In response to two prompts: gratitude poem that starts with morning at Tweetspeak with Callie and  poem with a line from ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” (italics) with Lillian and Bjorn at dVerse Poets.

first snowflake on tongue

whirling,  swirling,  drifting down

taste of winter chill

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Haiku usually do not have titles but… i like titles for my blog posts!

Tonight, full Hunter moon stays hidden by clouds but the moon is still round.

Note: Jonathan Gibson has written a beautiful children’s book entitled, “The Moon is Always Round” – a phrase quoted by my pastor in a recent sermon.