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I stand at the front door,
sip the morning light.
Peachy-pink rays
finger the tops of pine trees
as night mist whispers farewell.
My dewy lawn is crisscrossed
with scurry rabbit tracks.
And somewhere a cardinal
greets the pretty, pretty day.
© 2015 by Merle Hazard.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Merle Hazard lives in Macon, Georgia. Her poems have appeared in a number of secular and inspirational publications. A home health and hospice nurse for many years, she worked as a director of programs as well as at bedsides. Now retired, Merle enjoys reading, walking, playing bridge, and spending time with friends and family--including her two sons and five grandchildren.
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barbsteff:
Good to read your work here, Merle! Nicely done.
Barb Germiat
Posted 03/28/2016 01:42 PM
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Lori Levy:
Very peaceful.
Posted 03/28/2016 01:02 PM
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wordlover:
This poem really spoke to me and made me smile. What an economy of words and exactness of the moment.
Posted 03/28/2016 12:45 PM
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ladybug:
I love "sip the morning light." A serene poem -
Susan M.
Posted 03/28/2016 11:46 AM
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Dfantini:
Thank you for this peaceful morning meditation, Merle! I was sipping my coffee, watching a robin perched in the bare ash tree as I read it this spring morning in Wisconsin.
Posted 03/28/2016 10:14 AM
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ElizabethP:
Love it. Can see it all. Thanks!
Posted 03/28/2016 09:25 AM
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KevinArnold:
Fun. Concise.
Posted 03/28/2016 08:29 AM
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Jancan:
Concise and very lovely--great use of personification. Janice
Posted 03/28/2016 08:16 AM
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plgoodman:
You've nailed it beautifully, Merle, without the sentimentality that often trips us up. Well done.
Posted 03/28/2016 07:59 AM
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rhonasheridan:
Delightful. Loved the pretty-pretty day.
Posted 03/28/2016 04:02 AM
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