Early Morning Words

Early morning words: 

 early morning words seem to have a different feel to me, a slower arrival on hushed tones, matching early moods of both day and writer. Things emerge towards light, darkness just a temporary hold until the first sense of dawn, nothing hurried. Morning has its own agenda and won't be rushed by my eagerness for words. Patience. I've learned to write what's given, by dawns pace, not my own, each word coming to the day with meaning, unfolding as yet to an unknown phrase.

as if a sunrise too.

the day gathers momentum, dawn being a thin line of quiet, brief, and sounds increase in frequency and volume. Magic disperses, not quite gone, but compromised by some means, perhaps by harsher tones and brighter light. Writing will be different now, words reflecting the days pace, less magic to their feel. But maybe just enough, dawn holds that quiet line for a moment longer...

and close to over now, with the sun almost fully here, brighter, the birds no longer singing its arrival - and these are the words that I've been given, keeping dawn's pace, no hurry. What's important to me is to sit with the morning, whatever it brings and not choosing my agenda over the soft magic that dawn holds. They'll be other hours of writing, full of topics and important themes, points demanding to be made. But none of those are touched by magic, written through a slow increase of light, while listening to birds sing their notes to the stillness of the hour. 

for whatever their worth, 

only these are early morning words. 

~

Peace, Eric