I rise in the dark
shower,
walk the dogs,
pack lunch,
head to work —
all done in silence.
My love lies sleeping,
the hour is too early
for my dogs to care about barking.
My ritual is efficient —
all to get me here,
seated at a table
gazing through double-storied windows
upon a waking spring day.
Crisp air
carries returning warblers
verdant trees,
sway in the breeze —
a green so rich,
the color drips in the painted landscape.
Wisps of clouds
ease across an ocean blue sky.
Here the silence is reverent,
comforting,
all encompassing.
Balanced,
I can begin the day.
A Reading Life 
Thanks for sharing your morning routine that brings you balance. That feeling is reflected in your writing, which always describes what you see outside yourself, and how that makes you feel inside yourself, too. And reading your words leads me to seek peaceful rituals, too.
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Oh, Beth, this is so lovely. I read so smoothly. Comforting. Like that feeling at the beginning of a day that offers so many possibilities. My favorite part was the first verse. That morning silence is so precious. Thank you for sharing this poem!!
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I love joining you in your quiet morning moment at your school window. I agree, you have to dig that rhythm where you are not rushing, where you feel calm … before the chaos of kids descends, yeah?
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A perfect morning for sure! An early quite walk and the view if lovely!
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