cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Morning Music

on April 11, 2021
Birdsong starts my day
Windchimes tinkle like silver
Tea kettle whistles
 
Spoon clicks sides of mug 
Stirs coffee, cream and sugar
Sighs of  contentment











7 responses to “Haiku: Morning Music

  1. Dale says:

    That does sound like a moment of bliss.

  2. Bill Bisgood says:

    Essentials of a well lived life, though mine is a cup of tea.

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