A tangerine hue
red ball hanging in the sky
Never having gone to see the waters, the only perfect morning I can dream of is opening my eyes to the sunrise above the ocean and catching every moment as it happens. Sitting on the beach collecting seashells off the shore, I would watch the sun rise from the sea as I sit on the cool sand. With a reddish hue in the sky and a pink glow on my cheeks, I would watch it with my eyes wide open till I can’t anymore.
Sunrise at the beach
arms wide open to embrace
morning I dream of.
Prompt Given by: We drink Because We’re Poets
I want you to write an ode to Mornings. The best one you ever had, the ideal one you dream off, anything goes.
Also the ‘Haibun’ is inspired from their story prompt by We Drink Because we’re poets and Blog it or Lose it.