Pollyanna Moment
I wake at the ascension of golden dawn
to meditate on the morning's mystique
To the sandy shoreline, I'm always drawn
as the sun climbs over the mountain peak
How calm the lake's water without a ripple
Like a sheet of glass; is my mirrored reflection
I seek its tranquil comfort as a babe, a nipple
To me, this is a moment of sheer perfection
It's hope of a budded flower before it blooms
In solitude, I peer from rose-colored glasses
I have no fear about what in darkness looms
but too soon, my Pollyanna moment passes
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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