Muddy Dreary Day

Rainy day, too warm day
Not frosty, cold December Day
No fluffy snowy day
Muddy, dreary December Day
Windy, cloud pushy sort of day.
Not a winter sort of day.

Wet Dog Day

It is a dark and dampy, misty morning
A smelly wet dog, flea bitten day
Thunder cracker-boomer-banger
Rumble an' grumbly sort of start
Snuggle buggle under quilts an' covers
Hide your head an' roll right over day
A day for fires burnin' slow like,
Woodstoves cherry reddish kinda morn.

Awaiting the Dawn

Those who love the dawn rise up early
Quietly slipping out of bed to dress quickly
Stepping down old stairs one by one
That one spot, comfortable and warm
Waits for us, inviting us to sit and watch
The spectacle of night giving way to day.
Sometimes our hands grip mug or china cup
Full of coffee, tea, warming hands and body
As the beginning of a new day warms the earth.
It is dark just now, still a few stars in the night sky
Yet soon, very soon the eastern sky will shimmer
Just hints of pink at first, then reds, oranges will filter in
And creation will replay that first day
When God stepped out into the darkness, looked around
Threw out a multitude of suns that rolled through the Heavens
Bumping and careening through creation, finding just the spot
Settling in and beginning to spin, throwing off sparks
Warming and glowing, bringing life and waiting, waiting
Till God, that Master Painter grins, lifts hand to a canvas of nothing
And speaks soft and low, not wanting to take all the glory
Gently, He spins that big old ball of gasses we await
"Let there be light."  And it was so.

So, we sit and wait, patiently.
Warm in the darkness, content,
For the first glimpse of morning on the horizon
For the first glimpse of dawn.

Gravy Thick Dawn

Dawn and fog is gravy thick
Not merely a misty morn.
It lays heavy, damp and leaden
Weighing down on leaf and tree
Making spirits sulky, sad.
One wonders if the sun
Will be able to push, cut, tear
Through and bring today?

Last Day of Summer

The last morning of summer began slow
Mist wrapped around street lights
Making an early morning haze.
Birds seemed a bit slower to wake
Less anxious to start singing their wake up tunes
Down the road a lonely dog barks once, twice
Then decides this last summer day is a good day
A great day to circle once, twice, three times
And settle back into the cool grass for a nap.
Coffee brewed just like any other day
But folks up early to start a day of farmin'
Looked out the windows and stood
Thinkin' of harvest and crops needin' in.
Last day of summer is a good day
Last day of summer is to be savored
Take a sip and see... mmm sure was good.