The Morning


The Morning



  The morning sun's shimmering rays filter through my window, awakening me in warm caress from a deep slumber.  Slowly my eyes open to an array of shadows cast upon the wall as they dance and sway their morning greeting.

  Stretching, I yawn, wiggle my toes and curl back into a ball beneath the blankets, where I feel snug, nestled within a cocoon.

  I am not yet ready for the morning, dreamland still beckons.  

 My eyelids flutter in a weak attempt to open again, I squeeze them tightly shut, "for who will fly the dragon and save the day if I've awoken?"

  Alas, I feel the dream world start to slip away in the morning sounds outside.  I hear the steady hum of a car engine starting, the rumble of a school bus pass by; birds begin their morning song accompanied by the throaty vocals of tree frogs, excited to chirp along.

 With a sigh, reluctant to leave my reverie behind, I stretch once more and my feet find the floor.

Suddenly, I am now aware of a most delectable aroma filling the air- the divine smell of coffee. 

 Smiling, I make my way to the kitchen and pour a cup; sipping the pure sweetness of morning, I ponder in reflection, the sights, sounds and smells of morning and remember why I love it so...

Besides, the dream world is never truly far behind me, I'm a writer- my whole world is one of reverie, no matter the time of day.

 So I take another sip, and wish the morning a good one...


Lynn Long 

Lynn Long

Poet, writer, dreamer

And believer in the impossible…

Residing somewhere in time


Artist at


With published pieces in various

online publications, journals, ezines and anthologies


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  1. beautiful and positive we need more of this work

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