I sit on my front porch almost every morning, steaming coffee mug in hand. From this vantage point, I can watch coyotes scramble up the hillside–silhouettes that erupt from gauzy shadows, and then vanish in the dark. I hear songbirds, warbling their morning tunes in a nearby sycamore tree, and the whir-thump of the morning newspaper, out for delivery. Hummingbirds cross my field of vision, making territorial clicks as they dart between the window feeder and the fuchsia, a safe haven in which they build their nests.
The marine layer lifts. Wispy, cotton-candy clouds are set aglow by the sunrise. I breathe deep the cool morning air, eyes wide open so that I don’t miss a single, wondrous thing.
On the kitchen counter: my computer and daily to-do lists. But I pour myself one last cup of coffee, savor the last vestiges of dawn before heading inside. Routines can wait, I tell myself, and no real harm has ever come of sitting a while longer, at the threshold of here and there.
Absolutely Love this! Yet one more wonderful reason, we have shared a connection of hearts. ( ♥ )
I envy you your warm corner. I am sitting in my tower, looking out at a sunny winter morning. The pine trees close to my the windows, tipped with snow, are trying to shake it off and are flinging their branches in circles – and the Canadian Flag on the veranda of the house across from us is flapping in the gustsy breeze. Aaaah. Good morning Manitoba!
You make me want to experience Manitoba at daybreak. Perhaps from inside a picture window, instead of the porch. But oh, how lovely it would be to share a cuppa coffee or tea with you someday…
sounds lovely
It is, Tammie, and I’m so glad I had the chance to share it with you!
Lovely poetry here. Thanks for sharing with us!
So interesting, that you see this as poetic. I’m not a poet by trade, but maybe our shared perspectives are adding a certain pulse to these words. I like the thought of that. xo
Oh to live in California! I must admit to sitting on the front porch, tea in hand, as often as I can. There’s an old wicker rocking chair on mine. Heaven for a few minutes.
I’d love to find a wicker rocking chair that fits on this porch. And someday, maybe someday, to share a cuppa tea here with you.
oh yes, having another cup of coffee before entering the threshold – very nice!
x Stefanie
The first cup of coffee is delicious, but that last cup of coffee…it is a luxury, best savored.
Best time spent all day.
Oh, absolutely! 🙂
I think your front porch is the right place to ponder.- eric
Oh, what a beautiful field of vision, dear Melody!
Lovely atmosphere in your scenery at your threshold between routine and being in contact with nature, with yourself.
Best, Ariane. Rose
It’s a special gift, getting to share this view with friends who understand what it means to enjoy your pre-dawn meditations outdoors. So glad you’re here, Ariane!
What a lovely way of starting each day. (And to be where it is so warm!)
Yes, I’m grateful for cozy mornings that afford me this view. (Can you read the printed pillow? It says, “Baby, it’s cold outside.” LOL)
oh! you have a porch, on which to witness daily wonders… oh my. that is, in a word, awesome! i’ve imagined what this feels like, as i was reading your words… great! n♥
Thanks for visiting my front porch! So nice, to be able to share the view with my friends…
Beautiful, Melodye! What a gift to get to share the feeling of your morning meditation. Thank you. 🙂