Haibun Monday at dVerse
and we’re asked to feature “Morning”.
My thoughts, as submitted
on September 2, 2018
The face of morning has changed in the phases of my life. My memories are of childhood on the farm and waking at sunrise to the crow of the rooster and the lowing of cattle; school years and sleepily getting dressed and gathering my books to meet the bus as it made its way down our country road; and young adult years, living the heady life of independence, greeting the mornings sleepily after dancing or partying far into the night, making my way to the job that paid my bills; then the mornings of my married life with two babies whose sweet sleepy morning faces started my days with love. The next phase is a kaleidoscope of the busy years of rearing my children, becoming a widow and re-entering the working world, building a career and reaching retirement.
And now retirement. I’ve become a night person, sleep being elusive, and arise at my leisure. I watch the morning news, all of it depressing, with my remote in my hand ready to hit Mute when the Trumpet sounds. I shuffle to the kitchen for my morning coffee, fruit and toast, then head for my computer, where I spend much of my time. My huge window gives me a wide view of the neighborhood and my bird feeder, which offers constant entertainment. My mornings are quiet, sedate and uneventful. I have reached the age of contentment, and gratitude for a life well lived.
seasons of my life
captured in my memory
time for gratitude