September Morn
Veilled by the morning rain,the day awakes and sings
Mother Earth is proud and boasts,her many splendid things
Dew kissed leaves and springtime scents,a painting fit for brush
I am lost and mesmerised,in the beauty of her hush
Peeping out behind the grey,a speckled touch of blue
Mother Earth has given birth,within the angels view
Sea Eagles circle just above,magpies serenade the morn'
As below the seeds of yesteryear,are once again,reborn
Blue Tongue rock sits silently,watching the bay below
Wind spirit dances upon the water,he whispers and I know
He plays about my thoughts and touches me with kind
To leave his voice of wisdom in the corners of my mind
Today the sky will not be dressed,her attire will be none
She stretches herself in naked view,teasing the sleepy sun
As the wind grows colder,as the birds all huddle in their trees
Mother Earth,she holds my heart and gently sets my spirit free
Copyright © Chenoa Shiningwater | Year Posted 2010
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