Into The Morning Blue

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“Morning Blue” – © chriscondello 2013 – Jeanette Street – Wilkinsburg, PA

Morning clouds white like cotton…
Clematis smells of sweet autumn…
Signs of summers impending end…
Fall is right around the bend…

Goldenrod compliments blue aster…
Evenings are coming even faster…
Soon the leaves will feed the earth…
Storing life for springs rebirth…

Sapphire blue is the morning sky…
Rain drops and the mourning doves cry…
Today I will work… Love and pray…
Thanking God for another day…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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5 AM and All is Well…

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“5 AM” – © chriscondello 2013 – Keystone State Park, PA

Awake before the mourning doves…
It’s 5 AM and all is well…
No one else but you and I…
It’s 5 AM and all is well…

Sitting quietly… Blue Heron Flying…
Fish are biting… Ducks are crying…
Nothing in the world like comfortable silence…
We quietly pray to nature for guidance…

Red sun rising over a mountain facade…
A scene reminiscent of a painting by God…
This morning we pray to the heavenly sky…
To our surprise we saw Gods reply…

No one else but you and I…
It’s 5 AM and all is well…
Awake before the mourning doves…
It’s 5 AM and all is well…

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“All is Well” – © chriscondello 2013 – Keystone State Park, PA
I have prints available to purchase here – http://www.society6.com/chriscondello – Or you can contact me directly at c.condello@hotmail.com for commissions or locally/personally produced prints…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Earth Angel

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“Earth Angel” – © chriscondello 2013 – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – Not the perfect photo… I know… But no angel of mine is perfect… Nothing I praise is flawless…

Written with a found pen on a Hosta leaf while at work this morning… Just me and a morning dove…

We are all magnificent earth angels…
Gifts from the heavens above…
Flower blossoms open in the sunrise…
A sleepy morning dove cries…

The sun angel pokes through the trees…
Blesses me in light and warmth…
Just the morning doves and me…
Sweating in the humidity…

Earth angel please bless us all…
Bless our every single step…
The sun and the moon will play along…
The morning doves will join our song…

Sing to the heavens above…
Sing to the ground beneath your feet…
Praise the elements that make your heart…
Live… Love and beat…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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500 Words Till Dawn

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There’s something magical about being awake before the sun has a chance to wash the stars out of the sky, the air is so still it’s like you can set it in motion just by the act of moving. This particular morning is a rather chilly morning for November, I actually had to fight the frost in order to find a place to sit and drink my coffee. I find it interesting that most people would not relate the winters cold to warm feelings, but for me, winter conjures up memories of the fires we used to have in our fireplace back home… To me… That is a warm memory… It’s not Summer that I think of as warm… Summer is a different kind of warm…

Today I have so many layers on I can barely move, I would be willing to bet that I actually look pretty ridiculous. Dressing for the cold has become a game for me, a game that I have gotten very good at now that style is not as important to me as it used to be. I now only feel the cold on my face, which is exactly the feeling that I love… In the numbness of my past the feeling of being “alive” was not one I really ever stopped to enjoy, now this feeling is one that I treasure… It is a feeling that makes it worth waking up long before the rest of the world… It is a feeling that will never get old… The feeling of another day and another beginning.

100_1879I’m pretty sure I am not alone on this particular morning though, I am being carefully watched from the roof across the street by an invisible creature. A creature that happens to be parked on the peak of the abandoned houses roof, a creature that I am now sure is a racoon.  I was never really sure where this animal was watching me from… I could always hear it… And I could always feel it… But I haven’t seen it in a long time… But thanks to the thirty degree air… I can see its breath rise above the roof lit in the orange glow of the street lights that protect the parking lot behind it… I have a feeling it is laughing about all of the garbage cans it knocked over on my street this morning… It has watched me clean them up many times before… I guess it will watch me clean them up one more time.

Off in the distance I can hear the hustle and bustle of vehicles carrying people to work on the parkway, one of the few sounds that is audible this early in the morning. As the sky slowly begins to brighten, I bear witness to one of natures colorful displays, a display that runs the entire spectrum of blue light starting from black, and steadily increasing in brightness until it peaks in the color we affectionately refer to as sky blue… I really love my mornings… I would trade every night of my life for just a few more mornings…

good morning – chriscondello

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