Facing the Sunrise
Facing the sunrise
I stand here
on a worn gravel path
in the silent darkness
facing the sunrise
A thin orange slice
cresting a yawning horizon
like a single blade of grass
peacefully waving in the breeze
awaiting that which brings it life,
a newly bloomed daisy
longing the warmth on its face
resting gently on an emerald stem,
an oak tree, old but majestic
branches reaching for a sky
of pastel hues on morning dreams
Yet I am merely a man in love
facing the sunrise
awaiting that which
gives me life…
you
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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