I step out of the cozy warmth of the indoors,
Into the dark, at the break of dawn,
A wisp of the chill, morning breeze, caresses my face,
And brings with it, a myriad sensations-
The smell of the still damp earth,
The sweet, sharp scents of the Champa and the Jatropha,
So fresh,so pure, so raw…
I tread carefully onto the pavement,
Covered with pink and red flowers of the bougainvillea and Gulmohar ,
Hands warm in my pockets, I begin my morning walk…
At the end of the little lane, I take a turn,
And come upon a patch of dew-drop kissed green,
Where white spider-lilies line the pavement,
And yellow street lamps warmly glow,
A empty yellow school bus passes by, it’s lights gleaming,
A brown, furry cat watches on, undisturbed by my entrance,
The newspaper boy cycles past, breaking the silence,
The buzzing sound of the crickets and cicadas, continuing…
In the distance I see the petunias, purple and red,
Their tender petals dancing,
And gratitude fills my heart,
Energizes every cell and nourishes the soul.
Now there is a stirring in the trees, the Mynas and Larks are chirping,
A wake-up call of a bright new day.
I take a turn to head back home,
And catch the first rays of the golden yellow sun amidst the glass and concrete buildings,
Behind the tall cranes lining the blue-gray skies
Before me I see a warm, golden, glow;
Enveloping it all, in an embrace, it rises- surely and steadily.
I stand watching inconspicuous; at the splendor,
And there fleetingly in a second, I whisper a silent prayer,
Indebted for that moment, another day, another morning.
Everyday is a blessing and a early morning walk is one of those joys, moments of sheer bliss that is immeasurable. Only one who has experienced it, knows the wealth of peace and tranquility, it provides.
Just watching the sun rise and seeing the enormity of it all, makes every other trouble insignificant.
I have felt the same in every country I have visited-dawn is the most beautiful time of day and watching the sun rise is a simply precious and healing experience. Yet, I find myself alone with only a few others enjoying this abundant treasure, in a otherwise populated city full of people who complain of stress and burn out.
The simple pleasures of life are available to all, every single day and don’t cost a dime.Yet few avail of it. Others think they need a holiday and to spend loads of cash to enjoy that, what is just outside their door.
Have a great day!
Cheers,
Smitha
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16 responses to “A walk at dawn…”
Lovely poem (and beautiful cat ❤ )
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Thank you so much. Yes, its quite royal 🙂
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😊😊
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A wonderful walk Smitha – I could smell the scents, hear the sounds, feel dazzled by the sights you described.
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Thank you Andrea. It is beautiful at this time of the year and it lasts for around 4 months in this part of the globe. We try and make the most of it then and just can’t seem to get enough of it 🙂
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A really beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much Robbie. Had written it last year. It’s one of my favorite but it did not get too many readers then, so I decided to share it again. I knew you’d like it :). Have a wonderful week ahead.
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Reblogged this on What Life said to Me and commented:
It’s the time of the year again when you wish the days were longer and you did not have to be at work, the time of the year when the birds that went away for the summers have returned, when the flowers are in full bloom, when the warm sunshine is welcome for it gently warms and does not threaten to scorch, when a hot mug of coffee in the outdoors as a cool wind blows makes you thank God for the little things in life that are priceless.
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I just found all these posts that I hadn’t read and enjoyed them so much! Reader is so glitchy. Have s lovely day ✨
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Thank you so much. Am so happy you enjoyed the posts ‘coz I love the way you write. And yes, Reader can ve overwhelming. I feel It throws so much at me that I often miss the ones that I’d like to read. You too have a wonderful day😊
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Lovely poem smitha…dawn is indeed the most precious time of the day..a time to reflect n pray for being alive and witness yet another day in our life..
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Beautifully said smitha.
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I am sure you’ve experienced the same…
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A beautiful poem… indeed the wonderful beauty of creation!
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Thank you Iris…It is and it’s amazing..:)
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