Tag Archives: morning
Good Morning, May you wake with thoughts of hope and life, and excitement for the future whatever and with whomever it might hold for you. May the songs of birds clear your head of fear, may the scent of green … Continue reading
Pink has disappeared. Did I really see it. Silhouettes darken while smoke from my chimney wisps downhill in ghostly patches. I can see the straight line where mountain meets sky in the distance. Woodpecker rat-tat-tat nearby gets a squeaky door … Continue reading
Grey clouds hang around tree tops threatening to keep the sun under cover. The sun has won. Clouds blush at being so naughty, blue sky smiles its triumph. ©2016 Sharron R. McMillan
It’s February. Cold, wet and foggy. There you are all alone, bright and smiling at me. OK, if you can, so can I. ©2016 Sharron R. McMillan
Neighbour’s dog barks a warning, five roosters crow, seaplane takes off from the inlet below. Woodpecker is working his favourite tree, squirrel on a branch only movement I see. Stillness of morning, good start to the day hold on to … Continue reading
Dark, drippy morning and yet I put on boots and hat and trudge out to my studio. My space, my time. I value it, I need it. Creativity is my food words, thoughts, poems come unjumbled easily here. Though the … Continue reading
Light seeps into the sky behind ever-moving branches, trees, leaves – powerful shadows over back-drop of serene blue. Light will burst out, the day will begin. . . I’ve seen this over and over again but never tire of this … Continue reading
Heading out to my studio in the morning the moon was still up.
Better than Starbucks when it’s made with love. 😉
A new day waits to be written write it with your best pen listen, listen to this new day it will not come again. Days are short one page will do. write from your heart write what is you. Maple … Continue reading
Sun is stretching, trying to wake up but looks tempted to pull up the clouds and go back to sleep. ©2009 Sharron R. McMillan
Paradise resurrected, where cars and pollution reign the rest of the week. A group of local growers and gardeners gather every Saturday to make that end of town look more like the paradise it once was. Home grown vegetables, preserves, … Continue reading
Early morning smells outside remind me of some of my happiest memories. Summer camps in Red Deer, Gull Lake, Birch Bay, Crescent Beach, Keats Island. Wonderful scent of damp woods after a good rain, wet earth, clean air. I love … Continue reading
Bird in every tree coaxing the sun to stay.