Sunrise in the kitchen
its gold eye warm
through blue-white froth
of last night’s storm
rousing the patter
of wiggly-toed feet
noses to windows
day’s quickened heartbeat.
Oddments
In search of story
%d bloggers like this:
Sunrise in the kitchen
its gold eye warm
through blue-white froth
of last night’s storm
rousing the patter
of wiggly-toed feet
noses to windows
day’s quickened heartbeat.
February 13, 2020 at 12:45 pm
We have fog this morning. Fog so thick, we can hear the waves crashing but can’t see them. Kind of spooky like your photo. But, with enough coffee, I can still face the day. 🙂 Happy Thursday, Maureen.
February 13, 2020 at 12:49 pm
That’s it exactly: with enough coffee! Your morning does seem a bit spooky, but it also seems intriguing. What a different world from New Hampshire! A happy Thursday to you, too, Judy!
February 16, 2020 at 2:02 pm
Do wiggly and wriggly mean the same thing I wonder when it comes to toes? I like this one. It makes me think of young visitors, waking up excited for the new day, though us oldies can have w(r)iggly toes too!
February 16, 2020 at 2:08 pm
I would say yes, that they mean the same thing. I find “wriggly” harder to say, but it is really far better fitted to the meaning, and I must think about that. Thank you!