My Favorite Time of Day

I'm a morning person, always have been, so for me my favorite time of day is very early when the light begins its ascent in the eastern sky. I'm usually outside with my dog breathing in crisp, fresh air and looking up at the stars. I'm an old hand at spotting the Little Dipper and the North Star, which by the way, isn't the brightest one in the heavens as many of you have been led to believe. Its astronomical name is 'Polaris' and can be found by locating the last nova at the tip of the ladle's handle.

Before coming back into the house, I like to play this little game of trying to witness the appearance of dawn from the start. Funny thing though, because I take a few seconds to check on Shadow, pull a weed, or inspect a brown patch of grass, more often than not, I seem to miss daybreak's arrival altogether. 'Dawn', my latest attempt of poetic expression, gives you a more eloquent explanation of this unusual ritual, and I included it at the end of this post for your perusal.

Once inside, it's the silence that I absolutely love! The peace and quiet allow me to pray, meditate, and center myself without interruption. It's my own personal time to assess my 'self' identifying the areas which need a little work; it's my own personal time to get in touch with the Spirit within; and it's my own personal time to reflect on what I'm being called to do.

Since I'm up between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m., I have plenty of 'alone' time. Drinking that first cup of coffee and reading the newspaper while listening to the gentle breathing of my dog as she takes her early morning nap, is priceless! I wouldn't trade these special moments of my day for all the gold found in a rich man's house.

During the early morning hours, I also spend time writing. Whether doing a post for my blog, working on a new book, or just dabbling in poetry, this is when my mind is the clearest, my imagination, most creative, and my resolve to complete a story or poem is at an all-time high.

After three hours of precious silence, the creak of footsteps above me signals that the end is nigh. With the sound of running water, I know hubby is awake and will soon be coming down the stairs with a smile and a happy greeting. If I must forfeit the treasured moments of the early morning, giving them up to seeing my better half, sharing the newspaper, and talking about our plans for the day is well-worth the sacrifice. Besides, there's always tomorrow!

As promised, here is my latest poem, 'Dawn'. Comments and critiques are welcomed.


                                                                                                                  Dawn

Sitting and waiting,

Facing the East

Determined,

I will not fail.

Time passes slowly,

Like forever.

Steadfast though,

I dare not blink.

A mere distraction

Robs my resolve.

Yet again,

I’ve missed my chance.

   Far in the distance,  

Dawn has appeared.

Quietly,

Her presence made.

Strokes of light color

Splashed ‘cross the sky,

Replacing

The blackest clouds.

Yellow and orange,

Some white, some blue,

Gradually

She ousts the night.

Softly and subtle,

Her kind rays glow

Unassuming,

But far from weak.

Amazingly strong,

So bold her intent,

Arming all

With hope and promise.

As Day brings the sun,

Dawn’s gift remains,

Replenished

Possibility.

Perhaps tomorrow…

Sitting and waiting,

Facing the East

Hopefully,

Her coming, I’ll see!

          Enjoy your day, no matter what part of it is your favorite! Blessings and Peace!