It feels like the mornings clap their hands.To make me wake.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

…to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.

When the curtains of heavens are opened, night births morning

Outside the open windowThe morning air is all awash with angels.

I am not addicted to coffee, it find it's way every morning.

Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons.

Some people wake up fast. Some people wake up slow. I wake up dead.

The morning brought more peace if it did not entirely dissipate fear.

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

I love the way my hair, eyebrows, and my mustache. Look in the morning.

It's a new day. Yesterday's failure is redeemed at the sunrise

Starting the morning without prayer is like starting a car without gas.

Every "day" born ordinary it's in our hand to make it extraordinary

Sarah...loved the way the light lit the silence first thing in the morning.