In the Beginning
in the wake of the
morning, my soul is set free
when listening to the subtle
keys of blowing breeze
and when I see the sun rise
in waves of crimson, orange
and gold, my mind is at ease
Third theme in Brian Strand's "Interval" contest
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
