VELVET MORNING

Velvet Morning 

I was awake early this morning

And the grass was damp with dew,

I sat outside and waited

For the dawn to come peeping through.

I took my cup of coffee with me

And waited for the dayspring

Soon the sky was changing

And the birds were on the wing.

I watched as oh so gently

Mother Nature drew the curtain back

Revealing many muted colours ~

No more velvet black.

Soft and fluffy clouds appeared

In a silver grey blue sky

A waxing gibbous moon still lingered

In the quiet morning sky.

Morning noises soon were heard

As neighbours left for toil,

The beauty of this morning

None could ever spoil.

A spider kept on working 

And his web was damp with dew

The diamond dew drops thrilled me

The world was born anew.

A time of peace and solace

A time quite set apart

When I communed with nature

Face to face, and heart to heart.

© Linda J. Vaughan

February 2st. 2013

MY MORNING

MY MORNING

I watched the dawn this morning

And felt some peace and calm,

I felt the velvet wings of morning

Shelter me from harm.

I listened to the quiet this morning

And found some sweet release,

I heard the birds’ first songs

And I felt the world at peace.

I watched the sunrise this morning

And saw an artist’s hand,

I saw the paint upon the canvas

And the way that it is planned.

I saw the dew upon the rose this morning

And walked on dew kissed grass,

I knew these early morning delights

Would very quickly pass.

I offered up my thanks this morning

From a heart that knows some fears,

I experienced the miracle of morning

And quietly wiped away my tears.

I watched the dawn this morning

And saw so many things

I gathered strength this morning

For whatever my day brings.

© Linda J. Vaughan

BEAUTY AT MORNING

BEAUTY IN MY MORNING  

I watched the dawn this morning

And felt some peace and calm,

I felt the velvet wings of morning

Shelter me from harm.

I listened to the quiet this morning

And found some sweet release,

I heard the birds’ first songs

And I felt the world at peace.

I watched the sunrise this morning

And saw an artist’s hand,

I saw the paint upon the canvas

And the way that it is planned.

I saw the dewdrop on the rose this morning

And walked on dew kissed grass,

I knew these early morning delights

Would very quickly pass.

I offered up my thanks this morning

From a heart that’s known some fears,

I experienced the miracle of morning

And quietly wiped away my tears.

I watched the dawn this morning

And saw so many things

I gathered strength this morning

For whatever my day brings.

© Linda J. Vaughan

October 24th. 2002

MY MORNING

MY MORNING 

I watched the dawn this morning

And felt some peace and calm,

I felt the velvet wings of morning

Shelter me from harm.

I listened to the quiet this morning

And found some sweet release,

I heard the birds’ first songs

And I felt the world at peace.

I watched the sunrise this morning

And saw an artist’s hand,

I saw the paint upon the canvas

And the way that it is planned.

I saw the dew upon the rose this morning

And walked on dew kissed grass,

I knew these early morning delights

Would very quickly pass.

I offered up my thanks this morning

From a heart that knows some fears,

I experienced the miracle of morning

And quietly wiped away my tears.

I watched the dawn this morning

And saw so many things

I gathered strength this morning

For whatever my day brings.

©  Linda J. Vaughan 

October 24th. 2002

THE ART OF MORNING

"If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me." Psalm 139: 9, 10

THE ART OF MORNING

I have been awake since early

As sleep eluded me,

So I got up and settled here

And made a cup of tea.

Too early for the paper

Or to phone a friend to talk.

Too early for so many things,

Too early for a walk.

I felt the cool of morning,

Saw the waking of the world

I saw the glory of the sunrise ~

Morning’s flag gently unfurled.

I heard the chorus of the birds

As they woke so rested.

Saw the flutter of a leaf

On a tree where they had nested.

I listened to the waking world

On a day so fresh and new.

I saw the orange wisp of clouds

On a sky now faintly blue.

I saw this new beginning

And felt blessed to be a part

Of this very special showing

Of Mother Nature’s art.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2011

MY MORNING

Written some years ago but I have spent many mornings like this and today is one of them

MY MORNING 

I watched the dawn this morning

And felt some peace and calm,

I felt the velvet wings of morning

Shelter me from harm.

I listened to the quiet this morning

And found some sweet release,

I heard the birds’ first songs

And I felt the world at peace.

I watched the sunrise this morning

And saw an artist’s hand,

I saw the paint upon the canvas

And the way that it is planned.

I saw the dew upon the rose this morning

And walked on dew kissed grass,

I knew these early morning delights

Would very quickly pass.

I offered up my thanks this morning

From a heart that knows some fears,

I experienced the miracle of morning

And quietly wiped away my tears.

I watched the dawn this morning

And saw so many things

I gathered strength this morning

For whatever my day brings.

© Linda J. Vaughan

October 24th. 2002