morning notes
Sitting
on the porch of a morning in my faded old blue jeans
they're worn at the knee old school and the fly is tattered where the buttons are
but I like the way they feel on my my limbs
like an old friend you can sit beside
and brush against
without talking
Air's still a little cold - sunshine seeps in to warm my bare feet
Sky's blue, grass is green and freshly mowed
Waves are rolling over the stones on the beach across the street
Old Allman Brothers drifting out over the beach roses that blossomed yesterday
The music illuminates cracks in the overlapping spaces
between the seasons of my life
where it's crimped and crooked
like a bend in the road
or my faded blue jeans
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
all buttons unbuttoned
all snaps unsnapped
sadness and sorrow
love and joy
and fresh mown grass
and the wild beach roses
You're my blue sky
You're my sunny day
and I breathe
What a meditative poem - I love the sense of comfort and belonging
ReplyDeleteAhhhh this is absolutely lovely ... (also the site reflects the gentleness of the words).... I can feel those jeans against my own skin. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteFaded blue jeans - what more could you want or need? Delightful.
ReplyDeleteMy Sunday Whirl - Heaven can wait
I like the kind of acceleration it progresses into towards enjoyment of the morning.
ReplyDeleteLovely associations
ReplyDeleteperfect Morning Notes
ReplyDeleteYou're my blue sky
ReplyDeleteYou're my sunny day
and I breathe
When one is with or expecting a loved one the feeling is easy. One can breathe easy! Very much so!
Hank