Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: morning

  • Muse: Morning

    The morning gently caresses the drowsy sleeper, awakening them with the tender symphony of nature. The melodious trills of birds mingle with the soft whines of reptiles, while the relentless buzz of insects fills the air like an unseen orchestra harmonizing with the rustle of green foliage. A subtle fragrance of damp earth interlaces with…

  • Haiku of the Morning

    See these sparkle of gold Brew bubbles across the clouds, While they sail away to other lands

  • The African Dawn

    ** A slope of rounded hills Black against the horizon Threatening the sun with its fierce thrust With thin clouds streaking across the sky ** The clouds underbellies glow reddish hue The morning warmth fighting the heady moon Wide plains stretched, savannah grass paradise Sometimes lonely trees stand with the yellow grass Ancient, raw, the…

  • Arise in the morning, with commentary

    Morning is breaking, So is the sun upon the horizon On a day many will till And many will waste still The clouds grow and spread A blue apparition they made With scupltures on the wind And strange painting on the cloud The waking day beckons to all To everyone to work… Arise when it…

  • Musing: Cold Mornings

    Cold morning Monster weather Heaven filters in Her dew and airy lather We stare, we shake The cold kept us awake

  • The Rising sun

    The sun rises! Giving her warmth To all, rich and poor Throwing her light On the trees That shade little fauns The gloom is gone The clouds are blue And the birds are out Playing and surfing the air The weather is warm And the heat is on The sun rises Our crops rejoice The…

  • The Warmth of Life

    To my love My hearts desire My heart dances when it rains But the heat, the warmth I miss The trees wave all about the land And the white sea water rush- All foaming towards the earths frontier How pretty they are, How perfectly made The network of blue clouds Passing in a solitary march…

  • Church Boy

    1. The church clock-bell dings On light morning sundays Waking the hamlet, the neighborhood Solemn, pink and sunny day A reverenced time, absolute All roads lead to the Lords House Pulling strange flowers on the way As the morning sun wakes from his slumber The clouds let the airs pull us about Leading us to…