Dawn’s Opening Hymn

I rise with mountains:
ridgelines brushed purple and bright.

Whose hand paints this morning?

Clouds offer white and gray,
teasing ridgelines,
moved by heaven's breath
across azure sky.

Leaves offer silent prayers,
centered in psalms
I cannot translate,
yet I know its truth.

Wildflowers breathe the meadow
breeze, rehearsing devotion,
stems bending steady
but never breaking.

Streams reflect morning light,
singing witness,
dawn’s opening hymn.

Why morning?


For me, the earliest hours open something no other part of the day can. The simple quiet, the light, the sense of beginning make space for words to arrive. I have since learned I am not alone:


Do you agree?

What time of day do you find your best creative inspiration?

Why?

Let’s discuss.

Published by TheOtherKLM

I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to... I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess. Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter. So, that’s me. More or less.

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