That time of day where words are not required…silence carries a life of its own. The homeless man whose weary feet, too heavy to continue, marks a spot to rest an hour or five. The rush hour street car groans its morning tune…his lullaby.
Heros of the night who keep watch for those where pain and suffering visit at two in the morning..nursing homes, hospitals, police stations, helplines…winding down their long day seeing flashes of their comfy bed mingled with the trauma they just witnessed. No words…just thoughts, visions…turning into a steady hum.
Stray cats seek a dry abode, giving chirping critters the eye that says it all. Birds chant their morning praise, feeling lucky to be alive… singing melodies of joy, hoping to see that worm raise its lovely head…
Bakeries and coffee shops are already ready to help mankind jump-start the day.
Mornings are such a foreign thing to her. So, this is how the other half lives …some starting their day and others winding down. She, falls in between …feels as if she is always trying to catch up…
Hear the silent hum
Melodies
Brew at dawn
(c)Tournesol’17-04-21
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
This is wonderful Cheryl-Lynn. So strong.. it’s a blessing to read you. xxx
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Aw, sweetness, thank you!! I had not written in a while and at 5am I was inspired (okay, the cat at my airbnb sort of woke me up so I could pet him). I was in Toronto for 2 days. We have to get together at some point…I truly miss you!!
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That is a lovley haiku down there. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Celestine!! I think when we have not written in a while, my muse can surprise even me 🙂
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