Sunday Verse

Suburban Sunrise
The sky slowly emerges from darkness,
 a subtle hue of orange seeps over  wide expanse of deep blue,
yellow sun seeks a hazy path through  molecules of moving mist.
Street lights compete with a breaking dawn
fading out one by one
from bright glare, to soft bluish, to gone.
Morning sounds begin with  birds awakening,
thrusting forth tentative musical trilling, testing their surroundings with
 short, melodious notes,
cautiously feeling what this day will bring
A gentle thumping sound of dew dripping from the roof,
 the warmth of the sun creating small rivulets of water,
 gravitational pull bringing them together
into the thirsty ground.
 Street sweeper lumbers slowly by,
its giant yellow heart swishing into the quiet softness of the morning,
mixing with other intrusive sounds;
a distant door slams,
a dog barks.
The tranquil zone of dawn has been breached.
 Day has begun.

photo by Jules Kay


  1. Wow, I love this verse and how clever to call it Sunday Verse. I could hear everything going on. Loved it. Thanks Judie. Have a great week and I sent you email about the Frida painting. Awesome, awesome, thanky thanky.:)

  2. As I was reading this, I was right there. I could hear and see it all. You definitely have a way with words.

  3. You are truly a writer for the senses Judie!
    This is beautiful
    and your Haiku below...♥!!!
    Luckily for me,
    I kept scrolling down
    and saw your artwork in Tere's book!
    I am blown away...how magical,
    full of mystery...
    You are amazing!
    ♥ ♥ ♥

  4. Morning my favorite time of day.
    Beautiful, serene Sunday verse.

  5. This was beautifully written my dear Judie......creates a visual for the senses. You are an amazing writer!! XXXX


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