Mandala
ordinary morning
the sand painter begins
to study time
Poems on the topic: morning
Poems on the topic “morning” on Poets.by.
Morning after
morning frost
pain in my bladder and the drawn
face of my wife
Marrow
morning rain
only a dish of marrow bones
left in the world
Matins
A morning where
I talk about death
though I do not believe
in mourning, grown
so old that I am ashamed
to be in the picture.
And she showed us
her cabinet where she had
very pretty prayers.
Time capsule
Morning and the road
get me to write letters—
an urn for the last days.
Writing process
I set out in the morning
on a journey without any words
to a half acre of land where
I always have been.
Right then
Cool morning.
Crystal-clear air carries
a whiff of sewage.
Indigo bunting,
yellow warbler trade songs –
same syllable count.
Chilly morning.
A chipmunk stops to scold
in a patch of sunlight.
One drums, the other yammers:
the pileateds agree
to disagree.
When the sun clears the top
of the tall maple
I’ll go get breakfast.
Slugabed
Morning is now my night.
I saw rest I never saw before,
the bed I call Nurse,
and I lease the room.
Busy
All morning
in a mad heat—
mist on the fields.
What news
Morning air pleases me,
and water at night.
I am out of dirt and trouble
now that I am become negligent
as to matters of news.
Ask another.
House of the Rising Sun
Morning is a clear house,
afternoon a wardrobe.
At supper, I looked over
what I took to be Susan,
but it proved to be me.
Steerage
Early to walk
up and down the ship—
here with nothing but the most
epicure-like going.
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