29 September 2009



Morning is peace, tranquility, joy.

Morning is an assault to the senses,

Harsh, tentative

I lay with my alarm clock to my chest, snoozing, worrying, wanting.


  1. Julie, your writing is straight from the heart. Glad to see you trying your hand at poetry...morning-I can relate. I love this new endeavor...will be interesting to see where it will lead and the connections that will be made!

  2. Thank you my creative friend and mentor. That poem was in my mind/heart from the moment I got up. Had to write it down. I'm going to be writing more. Can't believe I have so much to say. Thanks for joining the conversation. Thank you also for your counsel on my shocking news. I needed your "first read" on the meaning of the event, and you were right on. Love you.