What a beautiful morning

I got today’s video knocked out a bit earlier than yesterday’s. There was a beautiful sunrise this morning, and I couldn’t help shooting it:

Mornings are so pretty in Iowa. But it would be even more peaceful if the boys didn’t argue about every little thing.

Of course, since I’m me, I decided to add to the challenge by writing a poem to go with each day’s video. Yesterday I wrote a haiku about two of my kitties; today I wrote another one about how nice it would be if my kids did’t spend each morning’s wait for the bus in an argument over something. They argue about everything lately.

I’m excited about the poem aspect of this challenge. I’ve gotten back to work on The Lokana Chronicles, but I don’t want my poetry  to fall to the wayside, and this will be a great opportunity to keep those poetic muscles in shape.

Well, that and the two poetry groups I’ve joined in the last six months. 😄

What about you – have you set any new year’s resolutions?

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Dewdrops on cattails
Glisten in the quiet peace
Of early morning.

Dewdrops on cattails
Sparkle in the gentle light
Of a summer’s dawn.

Dewdrops on cattails
Are truly a sight to see
Each and every day.

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In sweet green pastures
I think of you, and all the
Love that we once knew.

In sweet green pastures,
I see you fly, soaring high
So you touch the sky.

In sweet green pastures
I lie and dream of all that
Was, or at least seemed.

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Cicada Song

The cicadas sing
Out in the trees of love and
Home and family.

The cicadas sing
Out in the trees of peace and
Joy and all good things.

The cicadas sing
Out in the trees of hope and
Faith and harmony.

The cicadas sing
Out in the trees of the brand
New world of my dreams.

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The Bell

A bell once rang as
The day began, delighting
All who heard its song.

But then the sun set
And night descended, and the
Bell ceased its ringing.

No more shines the sun,
And no more rings the bell, but
Those who miss it mourn.

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