How Each We Taste The Morning

My dog laps the flavors of morning
flicks her tongue to the dew
sniffs at the haunch hanging apple
dangling low and chosen
when still but a flower
knowing ripe this coming fall.

I wait for the coffee
neither smelling nor knowing
but the dew is cold wet and
clean as Mary's hair on a broken toe
and the apple clings low
expanding in a blushing green skin.

◄ Translation

Breaking Bread ►


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Devon Brock

Sat 10th Aug 2019 21:50

Thanks for the likes and comments. Sounds like a great morning drive Dorothy. I know what you mean about the morning air, especially at this time of year.


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Adam Rabinowitz

Sat 10th Aug 2019 20:53

Any poem with coffee works for me. This one especially.

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Sat 10th Aug 2019 17:22

I taste the mornings while driving to work
Sunshine plays lovely games at that hour
Pecking left and pecking right, my lips and cheeks bright
I love the fresh and clean smell of morning air
Untouched and untrampled by filth and dirt
I keep open the windows of my car while driving down
Cause i love the fresh wind to brush my face every morning


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Don Matthews

Sat 10th Aug 2019 15:48

I like this....

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