in the hour just before morning

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

in the hour just before morning

flowers close tight, their buds still chilled
by frost-threatened air, huddle together
in leaf-nests, await sun’s sweet warm breath.

robins stir, tune their voices—magnificent
orchestral artists preparing to greet morn
in symphonic wakening trills. harmony.

dew prepares to glisten in spider’s web,
on blades of grass—dons her rainbow hues,
ready to dazzle the wakening world.

within the womb of an old house an old lady
nestles ‘neath a down-filled comforter,
pulls it snug to cradle the aching toll of her years

down the hall the coffee maker gurgles to life,
infuses the home with scents of comfort.
the husband arouses, stretches
while the dog shakes sleep away.

a crescent moon slips silently in the west,
hiding behind snow-covered peaks
while sun reaches out, pulls herself up
on horizon’s ledge and peeks.

at a distance, the long, long, short, long blast
of the six o’clock train strikes a final
exclamation mark on the day’s opening act.

Linking to dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night where creativity and fellowship flow. Please join us with a poem of your own.

The title an excerpt from a poem  by Mary Oliver…which one? I don’t remember.


48 thoughts on “in the hour just before morning

  1. 5h2o says:

    That first stanza — wow.


  2. lynn__ says:

    Your description of morning awaking makes me smile: to see the sun peek, to hear the gurgle of coffee maker and blast of train’s air horn!


  3. Barry D. says:

    Your vivid description of pre-dawn reminds me of an orchestra warming up before a masterful performance, and this poem was masterful as well.


  4. I love the visual that this line gave me….”while sun reaches out, pulls herself up on horizon’s ledge and peeks”. Lovely from start to finish.


  5. Abhra says:

    I find the point of view – an hour before sunrise – very interesting and visual treat you have in your words, Victoria –

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  6. kaykuala h says:

    of the six o’clock train strikes a final
    exclamation mark on the day’s opening act.

    Such a peaceful day to be broken by the sound of the train. One is jolted out of the comfort zone when the day persists to progress! Great lines Victoria!


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  7. I love the huddled flowers, the birds tuning their voices, the moon slipping! Such a lovely write!

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  8. Kathy Reed says:

    I feel the deepness of summer yearning.

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  10. Iremise says:

    I couldn’t skip a line, just drank them all in. Your poems are always beautiful. I hope to be able to write like you do some day.

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  11. journalread says:

    A lovely view of late summer

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  12. scotthastiepoet says:

    Great and telling narrative here Victoria – you certainly took me there…

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  13. I especially liked your symphony-related metaphors.

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  14. A happy start to my day, to read these beautiful words. Thank you, Victoria.


  15. kelly says:

    I really love this, I could feel the rhythm of my own mornings… Simple pleasures abound when we pay attention.

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  16. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    A beautiful evocation of the awakening world, where you are.

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  17. Gabriella says:

    Great way to show us the beginning of the day at your house!

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  18. I love how you started with the detail outdoors then moved indoor with the same level of detail and a similar atmosphere, then back outdoors again. I certainly wouldn’t call myself old, but I could relate to the old lady pulling the down-filled comforter up around her. Peace, Linda

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  19. Also, love the website! very simple, good colors, not cluttered. Kudos.

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  20. This paints such a beautiful picture! I love how the characters, “the husband, the old woman, the dog” also include the “cresent moon” slipping silently away while”the sun” appears so magnificently on stage. Thanks for sharing.

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  21. MarinaSofia says:

    Every single sense is touched and wakened here… and a bit of frost feels perversely good to me right now in the heat. I particularly like the personification of the sun:
    sun reaches out, pulls herself up
    on horizon’s ledge and peeks.
    Sun is masculine in French, but feminine in German…

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  22. kanzensakura says:

    I feel I have astrally projected to this magic time and place – walking about invisible and silent – in the house, in the yard. I like this trip and the feelings of it.

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  23. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    I love how alive this poem is … the images so vibrant so vivid!
    Loved it 😀

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  24. Such mornings sounds so much better than any alarm clock.. There is a wonderful mix of senses in a day that starts like that.

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  25. Mary says:

    I enjoyed the way you wrote sounds and images into this poem, Victoria. I can really feel the very early morning beginning of a new day.

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  26. Grace says:

    This is a beautiful symphony of the early morning, from the robin stirring to the 6 oclock train ride striking an exclamation point ~ Mary Oliver’s poem is a wonderful muse ~

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  27. Glenn Buttkus says:

    “Oh, what a beautiful morning–oh, what a beautiful day”, you have me singing; perfectly woven verses of waking, of stirring, or preparation for what is to come with the heat index, dust, & mirages. I like your lines /while sun reaches out, pulling herself up/onto horizon’s ledge & peeks/.

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  28. I’m stretching and yawning and ready for the day. Lovely

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