Such a rich and layered piece. I love how it drifts like a dream, full of texture and sensation. The imagery feels both mysterious and intimate, especially in the way it moves from silence into warmth.

This is such a deeply moving piece. You take us there & there is a breathtaking place. I’m a sucker for dew-laden grass in the mornings.

Many thank yous, Willow. You have found what I tried to say without over-stating. Is said that feet soaked in dew remain innocent for life!

I could see this printed within a book. It’s just the right amount of personal note along with staying on a creative writing avenue. It’s mature (educated) yet intoxicating.
Well crafted poetry.

I could go overboard with thanks, Styxian! I try very hard to get to the core of writing the use of my own words! I was initially a short story writer but now destined to try my hand at poetry. Not easy! Take care.

Enjoy the grass;))

Don’t forget to smell the flowers!!

Ground yourself, let nature speak to you and come back with a free mind and lots of inspirations!
All the best, Tim, hope to see you soon! 🌳

Have a good break Tim. Come back refreshed.

Chris

Take care, Tim. Recharge the batteries my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hi Chris, such an honest write. Mornings can be and are the often the most difficult part of the day for some. I hear you. Moved by your words and the struggle I felt contained within. The title says it all.

The other Chris

This is quite a good poem. It’s thought inducing, but not overly manic like some. I really like it.
Well done.

This is really good, felt a little sad reading it but that shows it’s good.

Mornings are hardest, I think. Just placing both feet on the floor is a victory. That first cup of coffee does more for me than I can say. We’re all in this thing called life, together. Thankfully, this venue offers us a human connection. Hang in there, Chris!