Be Thankful of the Dawn For a New Day Begins
Stand still,
LOOK.
Flavours of blue mingle with peach puffs of cloud.
These clouds ripple and melt across the sky in frothy waves.
A crescent moon says good night to the milky way.
Trees stand still, asleep in the absent breeze.
The cool air no longer the icy mist of winter but the gentle touch of spring.
Birds cascade and swoop with charisma, a squawking chorus bringing in the rising dawn.
Airplanes sport high above with their white trails dancing into the sunrise.
WAKE UP!
People who mull in silence their eyes grounded to the floor.
Won't you LOOK up,
step back,
receive the joy of spring's waking morn.
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment