every day i wake slow,
gone the days of
feet to floor with grand plans
these are the days of ordinary and
first things, a need for quiet
i shuffle downstairs in my
cozy wrap and wool
slippers,
our bed quilt thrown across my arm
i start the day with two cups
of french press,
sometimes candle light, a pen,
books
i read design blogs, look at ideas
for making house
while i make room for home
the day dawns slowly this time
of year
and it suits me well,
remembering how change comes
sometimes at once,
but more often steeped like ground beans
in a caraffe or
cradled like a rising light on the
horizon
Joining today with Five Minute Friday and the prompt SLOW. May you know a piece of slow in your day, friends.
Connecting through the power of stories written, spoken and lived
Ashley, your post relaxed my sensibilities. Matching the slow dawn with a slow step feels so good.
That quiet time before dawn. Love it!
Love this poem! So important to take that time to slow. I’m in the 6 spot this week.
Ashley, your day sounds like it gets off to a great start! I rarely see dawn, more often surface sleepy-slow mid morning when coffee is calling, not fully coming to a degree of semi-alert reality until what passes for lunchtime for most. Slow tends to define my life and movements but I would love to experience wakefulness (and a bit of energy) at an earlier hour, because a day always seems condensed and shorter somehow. Love your poem! It’s so evocative and inviting. Bless you, friend. xo
I love it when you explore the poet’s way of weaving words….you are a delight1