Morning rises patiently.
Guide me on my way.
May the Sun I’m blessed to see
Move through me today.
Terns wonder what I’m looking at
As I return their stare.
They do not move. They’re in some groove.
I love their goofy hair.
Venus shines but in the Sun.
Mars and Jupiter
Play with the Moon, that crescent Lune,
While wakened seagulls stir.
Waves keep up their wavy stuff.
They lick sand smooth near me.
The patient Sun begins its run
With birds and Moon and sea.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photos: “Royal Terns”, above, and “Birds, Sun and Sea”, below.
I don’t know why I wait for the Sun. It rises anyway and never says a word.
There must be something wrong with this. Why hope the morning’s newness breaks so I can know what’s really true? Why hope this beauty sets once it has finally risen?
WAVES DISTURB THE BEACH
SEAGULLS WATCH THE MORNING WAVES
LOOK! WE’RE DOING THIS
Written for dVerse Haibun Monday Ekphrasis and Haiga hosted by Björn Rudberg. Photo: “Birds and Sunrise” by the author.