Misty morning

Oh misty morning

Calm and serene

Not a ripple

Water is glass

Flag hangs limp

Covered in dew

No salute today

Sunrise no-show

Hidden behind cloud

Clinging to ground

Bleeding moisture

Everywhere hosed

Wet vegetation

Dripping cars

Damp streets

Soggy sidewalks

Clammy joggers

Moist clothing

Humid air

Muggy morning

Watery weekend

Dewy days

Dank dawn

Oh misty morning

So peaceful

So quiet

So soaking

Morning list

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I do love mornings

Start of a new day

Yesterday’s troubles left behind

A chance to start afresh

Plan the day

Set bold objectives

Share exciting ideas over breakfast

The possibilities are endless

Have another cup of tea

Extra toast with marmalade 

Breakfast goes too long

But there is lots of day left

Waste time with a long shower

Can’t decide what to wear

Pull clothes out of the laundry pile

Make another cup of tea

Check emails on the computer

Waste more time on FaceBook

Click on stupid links

My tea went cold

Too early for lunch

Cake is a good mid-morning snack

I can start the diet tomorrow

Eat more cake

Thinking of taking a walk

But it’s raining

Maybe somebody had emailed me

Waste more time browsing

Almost lunchtime now

Leftovers look good

Must eat them to prevent a science experiment

Look out the window for ages

Morning is over

Cross more things off today’s list

Check my emails again

Take a long nap

Mid-afternoon tea time

Eat a whole packet of cookies

Feeling sick

Check emails then lay down

Thinking about dinner

Nothing exciting in the fridge

Check my emails again

Order a pizza

Cross more things off the list

Check FaceBook again

Nothing exciting happening

Pizza guy rings the doorbell

I promised myself to only eat half

Then I ate another slice

Crossing more things off the list

Eat the last slice while checking emails

Getting dark outside

Reschedule walking for tomorrow

Turn the TV on

Waste three hours watching mindless shows

Time for bed soon

Too tired to brush my teeth

Check my emails in bed

Fall asleep holding the phone

Wake up at 3am

Nothing exciting on Facebook 

Nobody emailed me

Tearing up yesterday’s list

Please pass my tea

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They ate breakfast together in silence

He was engrossed in his morning paper

She was checking her FaceBook page

Back when they were first married

They used to talk for hours on end

Hanging on to every word said

Making each other laugh

But that had long since stopped

He reached over to pick up his cup

Avoiding asking her to pass it to him

She glanced at his outstretched arm

Resisting the temptation to speak

Why bother telling him he should have asked her

She lowered her glance to avoid eye contact

They had stopped looking at each other too

She went upstairs to get dressed

He had left for work when she came back down

Her phone buzzed with a text

I will be working late

Will not need dinner

No smiling faces or kisses in the text

He never made it to the office

Suffering a massive heart attack while driving

There was no suspicion of foul play

She washed the breakfast dishes three times over

Nobody knew she had a lover

They never communicated via phone or the internet

Leaving no digital fingerprints to trace

They met once a week on the same park bench

Making love in his RV to avoid hotel records

They always paid cash at bars and restaurants

At their next meeting she thanked him

Those pills you gave me worked perfectly

I put them in his tea like you said

Best wait a while before we live together he said

She collected the huge life insurance payout

A year later she was making breakfast

While chatting intensely to her lover

Can you please pass my tea he asked

She smiled as she passed the cup

I am in jolly old England

I woke up early on this Sunday morning

It is almost the end of May

Clear blue skies over the English countryside

The sun is rising over the Downs

Casting long shadows over the English garden patio

The vegetable garden is basking in the warm English sunshine

Growing season is upon us

You can almost see the leaves expanding

Birds line up at the bird feeders

Grateful for their free English breakfast

Birdsongs fill the air

Doves are gently cooing

Others chirping and tweeting

While most folks are still sleeping

Tall hedgerows border the very English manicured lawns

Providing a welcome home for English wildlife

Flowering plants and shrubs abound

The quintessential English country garden

Painted around a beautiful English country house

Close to a small English village

With a typical English village green

Where white clothed English gentlemen

Play the English game of cricket

On sunny English afternoons

The sound of leather hitting willow

Followed by civilized English applause

From the warm-beer sipping English spectators

Brings back fond memories

I am in jolly old England

Take control of the morning

I used to dread mornings

That sinking feeling upon waking

About all the things to be done that day

And the inevitable rush to get out of the house

Watching the clock go fast while scrambling to get ready

Grabbing a really fast and unsatisfying breakfast

Getting really frustrated during the busy commute

Arriving at work just on time but already exhausted

Then I started to take control of the mornings

The first step was planning ahead the night before

Laying out clothes to wear for the next day

Checking that important papers for tomorrow were in my bag

I made an effort to get up even earlier

Mornings started to go smoother

I had time to reflect and plan the day

Leaving home earlier made the commute less stressful

Next was adding more things into my mornings

A workout or a run before breakfast

Listening to a play on the radio while commuting

I still managed to get to work early

Taking control of my mornings

Sets me up to stay in control all day

Sure I still sometimes have anxious thoughts when waking

But by the time I have watched an early sunrise my outlook is always positive

Hot tea and a wave from a friendly dolphin

On the west coast of Florida

I sat outside by the dock early one morning

A hot cup of tea by my side

The low sun donated a temporary pink hue to the fluffy white clouds

The light breeze danced on the water to make tiny ripples

Birds sang their daily dawn chorus

No sign of human activity

It was my time to be alone with nature

I watched an egret stepping through the shallows

Stealthily searching for sustenance

Just like all other animals

Food water and shelter are their essential yet simple needs

Animals have no need to be fed news 24/7

They have no stress induced by pandemic worries or politics

I wondered what it would be like to have the mind of an animal

Suddenly I saw a big splash in the water

A dolphin surfaced close to the dock

He was probably feeding on small fish

Surfacing again about ten feet from me

We made eye contact briefly

It was long enough for us both to size each other up

I am sure he was thinking about me

Wondering what this human was doing up so early

He swirled around and leapt up high

Slapping his tail on the surface with a loud crack

It was his way of saying hi to me

I waved back and smiled next time he surfaced

I am pretty sure he smiled at me before he swam off

He probably went to his pod to tell them about the human who smiled and waved at him

I could not wait to tell everybody about my fabulous start to the day

Hot tea and a wave from a friendly dolphin

Attention all bounty hunters

I like to wake up early

Harness the power of the morning

Get big things done before breakfast

And some more soon after

Leaving almost the entire day left for other challenges

Sometimes it does not work out

When I am sick for example

Even a mild sickness like a cold can disrupt my morning time

Laying in bed late today after a restless night of coughing and sneezing

I tested negative for Covid a few days ago which left me elated

But a simple cold virus still knocked me down

Unable to capture my morning today

I watched it slide away from me

Like a drifting ship in a light breeze

Quickly out of my reach but still visible

Teasing me for not getting aboard earlier

Looking out of my window

I see early morning joggers and cyclists returning home now

Reminding me that I missed boarding my own exercising boat today

My bike hangs on the wall waiting for me

He is giving me that sad puppy eyes look

I will have to avoid his gaze for the rest of the day

With low energy and feeling fatigued 

Even writing becomes a tiring task

My fingers groan at every keystroke

My mind is in a fog and refuses to unlock my imagination

I suspect my imagination has been put into mandatory isolation

For fear that he too could be infected with my cold virus

I wonder if this is an early taste of very old age

When your body is no longer able to keep you active

And your mind is too weary let your imagination run riot in your head

Shudder the thought

Its too soon to surrender my eternal youth

I have so much more to do before surrendering to old age

In the meantime I am putting up a wanted poster

For all you bounty hunters out there

Wanted

Ian’s morning

Recently escaped

Reward only if captured alive