Morning

20 Aug 2016

Morning

I like the rhythm of day.
I get up in the darkness,
and watch the light slowly seep
through the air in soft gray waves.
First, there’s a building’s shape:
then its form becomes sharper.
A window, a door appear.
Bushes change from blobs to plants.
A branch. A stem. Finally
see individual leaves.
Subtle gray slides to white;
from ghostly gauzy to clear.
Brighter, with every second.
Waiting. Watching, with held breath
until the first beam breaks free
and the sun peeks into day.

BAMorris

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August Mid-day

20 Aug 2016

8/18/16

August Mid-day

Bright sunshine
caresses
the noon hour.
The sun has
burnt away
early fog.
Rain drenched earth
starts to steam.
Leaves quiver
in a breeze.
Cicadas
call for a mate.
Another
August day.

BAMorris

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Lazy Day

20 Aug 2016

8/18/16

Lazy Day

A lazy day.
A day for napping,
reading, tomato
sandwiches, iced tea.
Staying in pajamas.
Not answering the phone.
A do-nothing day.

BAMorris

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August Day

20 Aug 2016

8/18/16

August Day

Cloudy, muggy day.
It’s mild for August.
Knowing it won’t stay
this way when the sun
breaks in through the clouds.
And once it has won,
temperatures will rise;
air will start to steam.
But that’s no surprise,
Since it is August.

BAMorris

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Summer Glories

20 Aug 2016

8/14/16

Summer Glories

My morning glories are finally beginning to bloom. I was afraid they wouldn’t show this year, they are so late.

This morning there are six: three purple, three magenta. They open their bell-shaped throats to the sun for a few hours, then fold themselves up into tight turbans. Having quietly displayed their glory to any being in the world that was looking, they then disappear.

BAMorris

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New Year 2017

20 Aug 2016

8/14/16

New Year 2017

I am always amused when I start getting calendars for the next year in June. It seems to be rushing things a bit. But I guess if a charity sends out a beautifully produced calendar mid-year, then they can hit you up for a new contribution just before Christmas as a way to thank them for their lovely gift.

BAMorris

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8/14/16

Merry Christmas – In August

I always get calendars this time of year from organizations to which I contribute. I chuckle and set them aside. But on Friday I received a packet of Christmas cards as a gift. Christmas cards! In August! Really? It is hot as Hades outside: the flowers are drooping with the heat and going outside feels like stepping into a sauna. There is not the tiniest memory of winter cold, Christmas trees, colorful lights, or good will towards men in me! Christmas cards in August? This charity has even beaten out the Christmas-displays-right-after-Halloween by merchants hoping to get a jump on the season. So, Merry Christmas! In August.

BAMorris

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Ugly Americans

20 Aug 2016

8/19/16

Ugly Americans

As I have watched the 2016 Olympics in Brazil, I have been proud to be an American. Until now.

Over the weekend four American swimmers reported they had been robbed at gun point while out on the town Saturday night/Sunday morning. While it is true they were out on the town, being robbed was a lie. Here is the truth.

These four young men, while on their way home in a cab, stopped at a gas station. They went to the rest room. They tore a poster from a wall and vandalized that bathroom. When they came out, an attendant tried to question them. They ignored him. Another employee came out with a gun and tried to stop them from leaving before the police could get there. They paid $50.00 for damages and they left.

One of these young men left the country almost immediately. Two others were pulled from a plane before they could leave. The fourth man made himself scarce. An investigation was started into the vandalism, and the armed robbery. The spokesperson for Brazilian police said we should chalk it up to boys will be boys, and bad decisions. And forget it.

I am livid. I am embarrassed. These four men represented my county at the Olympics and they acted like hooligans. If they had done this in the US, they would be charged with destruction of property, public drunkenness, and fleeing the scene of a crime. There would be arrests, fines, and possible jail time. I am not okay with saying “boys will be boys.” They need to admit to what they did: be men about it, not act like children. They need to face the police, the court, and the owner of the gas station; and pay for all damages. They need to publically apologize to the gas station owner, the attendant whom they terrorized, the country of Brazil, the Olympic committee, and the United States of American for their poor judgment and bad behavior. Then maybe we can put this behind us, and move on with the spirit of the Olympics.

BAMorris

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My Fur Baby

10 Aug 2016

3/27/16

My Fur Baby

Winkie likes to lay on my chest. He’ll crawl up on me, his rear end nestled in my lap, and lay his head on my heart. Sometimes he puts his paws on my shoulder, almost like he is hugging me.
I think this reminds him of when he was a kitten. At barely two weeks old, I’d cradle him in my left hand, and feed him a bottle, holding him against my heart so he could feel its beating. Now he settles in that same position, and falls asleep, his purr a motor of pleasure and contentment.

BAMorris

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3/12/16

Day Light Saving’s Time

When the alarm went off this morning, my body protested that it was really 4:30, not 5:30. I rolled out of bed and shuffled into my shoes. The animals, always happy to be fed, didn’t blink at the earlier hour. When I opened the outer door to total darkness, and went for my walk in the muggy morning air, my body once again complained that I had gotten the time wrong. I trudged down the road and as always hated the artificial time change forced on us, just when my body was sliding comfortably into the easy flow of the seasons changing naturally and each morning slowly becoming a little brighter.

BAMorris

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