Day #17 - Poetry of the Senses

Today I write a poem using my 5 senses. Nice and simple? Good. I leave you, Dear Readers to enjoy my Morning Rituals.

Morning Senses

In the early hours of the morning,

After I have arisen

And the sun’s rays trickle in through the windows.

When I am awake enough

To see through blurry eyes,

The sun shines in

And I can see,

I can SEE!

In the early hours of the morning,

When I am up

And preparing my day,

I am sitting in my library

My ears are turned to the window.

There is birdsong echoing

Across the power lines.

They are singing the songs

Of the morning and sunshine

And I can hear,

I can HEAR!

In the early hours of the morning,

When I am seek blessedly new

And my skin is still quite asleep;

I am quite jarred by the sensation

Of cold upon bare skin

When my feet touch the crisp chilly air

And then do I make the motion

To find my extra soft and fuzzy socks.

And I can feel the warmth returning,

I can FEEL!

In the early hours of the morning,

After I am dressed,

Then I brew the coffee,

Like ritual I filled the water basin\

And scoop the coffee ground.

I feel like chanting the ancient rites

Upon the first scent of the

Rich nectar of the Gods.

And I can smell the morning,

I can SMELL!

In the early hours of the morning,

After all that has proceeded me

I am ready to take the morning’s communion.

Freshly brewed coffee,

After the senses are awaken

I am ready to feast

Upon the liquid gold

That in my cup.

And then I can taste it,

I can TASTE!

7:20 am