Hot and sultry morning here in southern Ontario.                   

Morning Crisp in Newfoundland!
Morning Crisp in Newfoundland!

Just read a post with a poetry prompt entitled Morning Crisp that put a cooler spin on the day.

This prompt inspired me to write a new poem about a particular vacation at the cottage.

Morning Crisp at the Cottage


We stayed up late.


Sitting back

in our yellow Muskoka chairs,

to see the stars,

we were graced with the Northern Lights,

all green and flashing.


Sleep followed

with a constellation of dreams and

Milky Way stars.


Topped with mugs full of morning coffee

for sunrise on the lakeshore

at McKellar,

we looked out on the new day.


© 2013 Patricia A. McGoldrick

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