Nature's Gift
A beautiful autumn sunrise.
A burst of red and gold rising
Slowly over the still lake.
An exquisite sight to behold.
The autumn morning comes alive
With all nature's sights and sounds.
Behold it while you may,
Sunrise is so fleeting.
A sunny October morning
With an early chill in the air.
Curled into a deck chair,
Steam arising from coffee cup.
Watching the early birds hunting,
Poking through the crisp, dry leaves.
Chirping to each other.
Scurrying here and there.
The deer tentatively approach
To nibble on the tree branches.
Necks stretch high in model pose.
Unmindful of human presence
They pretend not to notice me.
I pretend not to see them.
This beautiful morning
Is nature's gift to me.
for Catie Lindsay's focus on syllables contest (8,8,7,8,8,7,6,6)
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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