We Dont Bite

We watch how the sun sinks
Behind the world and the way it
finally goes away, and how it helps darkness take hold,
And how it pushes all light away, away towards madness; towards
The end all sanity.

I wake to the darkness gone.
To birds chirping
To the sun melting
To the sun rays beaming
To the cats meowing
To the me creaking
To the fish begging
To the wife goodbying
To the air warming.

My bones are hurting
More than normal;
And memory easily
Reminds me of painless
Days;
Then sadness it smiles,
It looks haughty,
For it knows
It has done its job well.

Its getting close to the day’s end
And the sun has been frightened
Away again. Running behind hills
And oceans and jungles and ice mountains.
Yo Sun! Dont be scared. We
Dont bite!

A hernandez 11 18 2025

Extraordinary Morning

This morning my senses
Were at their peak
Smelling
Hearing
Feeling
Seeing
Touching
All and everywhere
Pulsing around me
With smells
And sounds
And extraordinary sights.
A hernandez 4 29 2025

Early So Early In The Morning

I sense the sun creeping
up and over the big tree in my backyard
and the birds are chirping as it creeps
“Hey look out! Its the sun Again”
“Hey look out! Its the sun Again”
or
“Judy, Judy! Where art thou Judy!”

12 10 2024 A Hernandez

The Suns Up!

My son would say
jumping on our bed
so early in the morning
“The Son’s Up!” he would tell, my wife & I,
with a twinkling gleam in his eye,
and with the brightest smile even seen.

11 5 2024

This Morning Through My French Doors

Shadows from the rising sun are playing with my shed.

My cats are roaming outside, sniffing things.

Cars race alongside the creek in my backyard,

As trees sway to a fantastic symphony of birds.

My bathroom blue mat hanging to dry in the sun’s shine.

Sounds of far away things.

A Car zooms by again.

I can’t see the Morning Glories from here but I know they are there.

Airplanes loudly introducing themselves to the sky.

My glorious palm tree is happily sheltering my shed.

A. Hernandez 3 30 2023

My Backyard This Morning 3 30 2023 – My Photo

Morning Sounds

The morning sounds are alive.

The plastic bottle a clattering musical against the rocky pavement,

The birds up in the trees tweeting away to that very same music.

The leaves are restless and dancing, swirling up up

And away.

Morning sounds all around me,

They’re trying to remind me,

It’s not just all about me.

A Hernandez 2 21 2023

Pictures From Our 1.78 Mile Walk On New Smyrna Beach Yesterday Morning

And in the morning I’m making sunrise…

The 1st morning of our 8 day beach vacation on New Smyrna, Florida . I got my lazy, sleepy self up this morning so I can see the magnificence of nature peek her head over the Atlantic ocean. And so I can take these pictures of this daily miracle.