Angry Morning

The morning is not soft or gentle.
Storms push and beat on my head
Thunder is unforgiving as it rattles
Slams and pounds without pause.
Dawn is set away somewhere
Replaced by ragged
Jagged lightening strikes
Here, there, anywhere I gaze.
The rain joins in
Like a schoolyard bully
Showing himself
In front of friends.

Dawn Interrupted

Dawn Interrupted

Magpie madrigals awaken me

Early each morning

Glorying in the newness

Of the day

Praising the beauty

Of newly sprung Spring.