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morning jogger by Susan, Black Eyed
Surprising Morning by Newman, Marilyn
Await The Morning Sun by Asuncion, Bernard F.
For what shall come of morning tides by Green, Chris
Morning bliss by Kannan, Supraja
Morning Fog by Rigoler, Maurice
The Son of the Morning by Ategie, Henry
As The Morning Breaks Again by Asuncion, Bernard F.
Take Two And Call Me In The Morning by Reitz, Rich
April Ninth Sunday Morning by Asuncion, Bernard F.

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The Best Morning Poems

 
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The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night,
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



.                         Preface

Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied

Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone 
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown

Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were bright, her face was pale
.........her eyes were bright, her face was pale

“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn



.                         BETH’S TALE

1.              The Dream
One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
.........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed

Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the sea entombed

Your James... denied by Davy Jones!
His spirit gone, his flesh and bones
...are resting now amongst the Stones
.........are resting now amongst the Stones”



2.               The Quest

Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light

Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades and dreams in darkness groan 
.........where shades and dreams in darkness groan 

While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry

For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew –
...my jewel of joy, my James Bijou   
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou

The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled

The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold –
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled

A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned

I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died

The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him

Between the willows in the swale
There sang a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint and feeling frail
.........which left me faint and feeling frail



3.              Contact

I felt him breathe within a breeze
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees

“I miss you too, my darling Beth”
Re-echoed from the Ship of Death
...the future buried in a breath
.........the future buried in a breath
	
The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen

Above, the wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death lay moored
...beneath, the icy ocean roared
.........beneath, the icy ocean roared



4.               Release

I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone



.                         Epilogue

That night the wayward winds were weird 
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared

At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled

The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red



.                         Epitaph

Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps



inspired by ~fc~

DEFINITIONS
Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature
Bight: a bay or gulf
Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land


Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013

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Coffee Colored Memories

It's quiet whisper stirs my languid mind
Inviting coffee colored memories
A young man's face with future yet defined
Each vapored breath a page in history

Familiar apparitions reappear
Whose images I dare not chase away
The roads they traveled, washed out by my tears
This morning's chill a bridge to yesterday

Then as the welcome sun breaks o'er the trees
I find myself attended by a smile
Their goodbyes echo in the rustling leaves
As I walk back alone those last few miles

While standing on the porch I get a chill
Although the morning breeze has now grown still


               Sept 11 2016



Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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In the Gloaming

That first glimpse of purple in the gloaming
As dawn softly rises in morning skies 
Ascending along with nature's colors
Is a look of faith and hope in thine eyes.

Wrapped in the rays of sun's glorious hues;
There dwells a calm that instills peace and love
With a passion that enters every cell
In divine grace that shines light from above.

Meditate to serene silent music 
As the melody of birds sing along.
Elated at the birth of the morning
They share delight in their sweet varied song.

 Open your heart to passions of others...
 Feel with the empathy God has bestowed.
 Then you will know the true meaning of life 
 In the receiving back of blessings sowed.

© Connie Marcum Wong 


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

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BLACKBIRD HAIKU

beautiful blackbird chirruping the sweetest songs morning has broken Poem inspired by this wonderful Beatles song sung in Scottish Gaelic by Julie Fowlis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MzetQfKwbE 05~20~17


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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Sea Bride

Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets, 
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.


Copyright, April 16, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson


Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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The Color of Silence

If you could paint a picture of silence
What color would it be?

Would you use the brush of fog to hush all sound 
A shade of gray, with touch of brown,
where eaves are dripping to the ground
and windows weep their quiet tears
Where solitude obscures the view
In a slate of lonely winterlude?

Or would it be a shade of green
A forest deep, of muted breeze
No sound to scatter birds from trees
No broken branches, swaying grasses
Missteps that crackle the fallen leaves
Untouched by clatter, harsh and rude?

Would silence be as black as night
A cave too deep for shards of light
A void within a famished core
A well of dark and empty shores?

Or would silence be of many hues?
A rainbow shade of morning dew
A soft pastel of sun declining?
No bedlam, blast or blare of noise
Could break the spell, a silent voice 
As if the soul could slip away....

A hush,  immense.....so sweet and keen, 
Like ghosts unseen, or angels soft as air...
A silent sea, ....where mountains lend an ear
As clouds pile high, ....and wait to hear...
Only for this:  such peace....such bliss
A sound so small, ... as welcome as a sigh


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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DAWN HAIKU

diamond dewdrops glisten on gossamer threads morning has broken Jan Allison 23rd May 2016


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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AWAKE

AWAKE  ~ IN and OUT ~

Spring arising, before morning light,
I walk under the new epic sun
The aroma of yesterday, gone
Today's the day that will follow tomorrow
I quickly walk a certain walk
Unique is all I can display
Watery eyes staying in the past
While vehicles pass and pass
Crosses lacking faith
I stay awake and mend with my fate
Foggy toys, I want to play
I can't keep up with all your kicks
I look, I stare, at the walls
Bright and early, I step on old dolls
I stay and feel, the way you want
Lifeless, and still so full of energy
Mad words, unconscious forces
My sweet needs, now reside inside of you
Mad, sad, and outside the box
You close every door and keep me away from dark

You only allow me to feel your morning light
Why can't you let me see what's behind the shadows?
Why do you turn on all the lights? 

I'm here the way you want me to be
Happy, and merry, for the world to see
This blindness will continue to spot
Unless you wake up first and remove the dot
You gave me the thirst, you once knew
So filthy, so full of  -spew
Under this closed freaking door
I'm exposed like the midday sun
You bang my head on the wall,
You killed me in a way that made me feel!
I only answer to your call
In and out a hoop~ like a ball
In me, you can not find any real dreams!
Inside you filled me with a raging scream

Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 
I'm in wonder around your air castle
Strange and hung on your mantle
Stepping on a one footed slave

Alert, alert Am I!!!
I shake, we kiss, I wake,
You sleep...........................
I zip all things into one zipper.
Pounding my hands against my ears
Crazy, taking a jab upon all jabs
Crazy, you say~ that's me everyday
I'm up and I caress the photo we once had
I lay only staring at you once more
I awake before I sleep
Your promises I keep
In me~ you are also in deep
My stars change everyday
Waiting for you, to pull the trigger
Still wishing to be a sun digger

You can't touch or loosen the knots
Together we will daydream our way to the top
I make your nerve system come alive, 
We run into the wind and listen
Quietly in our chamber of thoughts
Near and far, we both nod off
In this daily race, with no face
No space, 
I caught myself awake, 
The day I fell asleep for you.

by;PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind, and stay awhile longer,
But a glint of sunlight peeks through the blind and calls to me.
If I burrow down again, and drowse too long, 
This glorious time of day will be gone...until it comes again tomorrow.

I tiptoe quietly and begin the morning ritual.
The splashing of water on my face, of letting the dog out,
Of brewing the dark, hot liquid that will help to
Open my eyes and recharge my reluctant brain.

The inviting aroma finally wakes my senses, and after
The first sip, I begin to feel the desire to join the world again.
I go outside, step onto the weathered porch, down the steps,
Onto the wet grass to retrieve today's bundled news.
Within it comes a page-by-page account of disasters, obituaries and comics...
I decide to forego all that gloom, and lay the paper beside the front door.

Instead, I drink in the morning air.
The new day is slowly coming alive.  There's a slight chill.
This coolness will be baked away later, when the sun is high.
I pull my robe around me tightly, and sit down on the stoop.
Birds are chirping, and soon, I see that neighbors are beginning to embrace the 
day.
House by house, there is evidence that awakening has occurred.

A car is cruising by our  house.  The occupants, wearing their
Sunday best, and on their way to an early service to praise the Lord.
While some are sitting in pews, singing Alleluia,
A man down the street is starting his lawnmower.
Not mindful that the Sabbath is a day of rest,
Or that he may wake a late sleeper.

Inside my house, I hear the sounds of water running and dishes rattling.
Then someone calling my name.  In a moment he appears
Carrying two steaming mugs of black coffee, one for him, and another for me.
He's come to see what this new day has offered, and sits down beside me.

We sit together quietly, and soak up the morning sun.
It wraps its warmth around us, like the bedcovers we had abandoned.
No words are needed to enjoy this moment.
However, toast and jam, and bacon await us.  So we turn and go inside.


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008

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PEASANTS WITH PLEASANT RAGS

You see us everywhere you go
Every corner of your street house our offspring
Every bridge in your city has become our refugee camp
We are the people you call peasant
We are the peasants with pleasant rags

You see us at the entrance of your estates
You see us at the gate of your beautiful companies
In search of what our mouth will feed on next

 We are the peasants with pleasant rags

Our gradually fading skin
Now a sweet companion to the midnight moon and afternoon sun
We are the ones without homes
We are the peasants with pleasant rags

When bridges become forbidden by the law
We opt for uncompleted  buildings
A few of us get lucky when it rains
And shield themselves under cars

 We are the peasants with pleasant rags

We are the ones that beg for the remnant from your table
We are the ones life has just not been fair to
We are the peasants with pleasant rags

We are the ones that get poorer while you get richer
We are the ones that scramble for the leftover at your feast
We are the ones that fight for your used clothes
We are the peasants with pleasant rags


Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2017

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Open your eyes


Open your eyes

If I were there I would caress your heart
with the thread of a silken cocoon
Stitched now as one on the eve of the weary,
bound by the light of the moon
Careful to touch oh so soft as a feather,
gentle as butterfly tears
Keeping you close on the edge of the tomorrow,
shielding your soul from the fears

Dew drop beliefs on the lawn they are waiting,
prisms of lighthearted scenes
Dandelion clouds offer sweet pea protection,
dragonflies float in between
Watching as breezes of painted day whispers
on kite strings of warm summer fire 
Sing with the echoes, repeating their sonnet,
offering all you desire

Though all I have is a poet’s conviction,
spilled now in ink penned to share
Hoping on dreams you will rest in the sunrise,
find a few moments to spare
Taking the hand of this forgotten hero,
trusting in him ever true
Open your eyes for a new day is dawning,
written with love just for you

Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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The Gratitude Walk

I walk along the slippery shore
of the shingled beach
that welcomes inland sea.
The sun rises slowly in the east,
lighting my way amongst 
the small rocks and drying seaweeds.
There is a lift inside me
that nurture enthusiasm
releases slowly and steadily
the endorphins in my brain
filling my soul 
with exuberant enjoyment of life,
dissolving the rigor mortis of my mind.
Peace and quietness reigns around
disturbed occasionally by the barks
of sprightly dogs that race upon the sand,
the squawks of gulls gliding gluttonously
swooping down for their repast.
I shun depression 
which is a repression 
of that is dear to me.
I look with sympathy on other walkers
on the beach.  Thus I meditate,
a marvellously therapeutic exercise. 
Who am I Lord to deserve all this?
All this beauty around,
the smell of salt from the sea,
the freshness of the breeze
whirling around as sea surfers 
race towards the shore,
the haze that shimmers 
on the faraway horizon.
The quiet meditation calms my mind. 
lowers my blood pressure,
a spiritually potent release.
My mind is tranquil, 
I know who I am,
my soul is happy.


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017

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Someday the dawn


Here on a lake formed of nature’s creation, tucked away deep in the hills Nary a footprint along sculpted shorelines, visions to capture the thrills Silent reflections of all that’s surrounding, still are the waters this morn Sunlight invades through the meeting of mountains, as a new day now is born Taking a seat at the edge of the waters, skipping a flat rock to see Ripples of wonder in circular motion, waving good morning to me Now as I breathe in the air so alluring, scented of pines ever tall Reaching the heavens in silhouette wishes, echoes enchanting the call Nothing shall find me alone of this moment, lost on the pathways I chart For in the distance I know that she loves me, I feel her love in my heart Someday the dawn it shall bring us together, here in this setting so free For of this beauty so wondrously offered, she is all I long to see


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

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Watercolor morning - once more


Watercolor morning - once more Pastel clouds linger among springtime dreams, sweet clover thistles blush violet whispers midst dew drops reflecting peach blossom hues in effervescent rainbows against a canvas of periwinkle skies, while a pink chiffon glow in bougainvillea brushstrokes paints a brand new watercolor morning that we happily share together… once more Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Springtime dawns


Springtime dawns Springtime dawns just beyond the screen door, across the porch Dew swept lawn, emerald weave shimmering moisture collecting foot prints strolling towards an arched entryway gingerbread trimmed, covered in jasmine alive with rainbow flutters, prismatic butterfly wings partaking of nature’s pure nectar Beneath it a flagstone walkway abstract stones assorted shapes and patterns meandering through lavender and hollyhock, daisies and tulips and upon it you and me hand in hand watching the sunrise wash the sky in floral hued quivers as we welcome another beautiful day of love Good morning Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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- Black Love -


                                               Morning glory
                                               The body is blunt
                                               Thinking of you
                                               before I awake
                                               Stretching my body
                                               Eyes are closed
                                               Can feel your scent
                                               Gently open my eyes
                                               Feel your aroma                                      
                                               The taste on my lips
                                               As a soft kiss                                       
                                               Your scent fills the room
                                               Thought of you,
                                               makes me awake
                                               You are perfect
                                               Heats my body
                                               Embracing you 
                                               Tasting you ... gently                         
                                               A moment of pleasure
                                               Without cream
                                               Without sugar
                                               Black morning coffee




09.06.2013


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

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Only you and me

The garden curled around us as we sat beneath the stars,
In the silver shine of Venus and the rust red glow of Mars.
The brandy was between us and we toasted life and love,
While the moon conducted music from the dark green leaves above.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.
 
Vintage brandy in the bottle seemed to ask us both to drink
And the flowers that were watching clearly knew what they should think.
Then your glass was finally empty and you laid it to one side
While you closed your eyes and kissed me and the barn owl tried to hide.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.
 
There was silence in my city as your lips were joined to mine
And I tasted all of heaven and a little brandy wine.
As our bodies settled closer and we melted into one
With embarrassed little giggles that were sure to signal fun.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.

So we gathered up the glasses and we put the stars to bed
Then we walked along the garden path, my shoulder 'neath your head.
We pulled each other closer and we whispered with our hands
That tonight is all that matters and the whole world understands.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.


Copyright © Jeff Green | Year Posted 2009

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Some Mornings

Some mornings I lie in silence just staring at the walls not a sound at all around except the ticking down the hall it can feel so refreshing without a trouble or a care but then I start thinking how I wish you were here Some mornings I bask in sunshine warming up my bed I lie in all its comfort as my day's about to start I close my eyes and wonder about your pure and giving heart how I wish you were near me it was your warmth that I did feel how I'd hold you close and not let go make all these feelings real Some mornings I wake to darkness there's thunder in the air rain's upon my window and in my heart grows fear I cuddle with my pillow pull my sheets up over my head it's then I miss your body, your warmth and comfort in my bed Some mornings I'm rushed and hurried no time to lie in bed no time to think, plan or ponder no time to dream, hope or wonder It's then when I miss your presence When I need help getting out the door those little daily reminders getting my feet upon the floor Some mornings I wake and smile as I feel kisses upon my cheek feel wind blowing through my hair and soft touches all over me it's then I know I'm in heaven with you right by my side We lie in endless mornings Just me and my soulmate bride


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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BOREALIS



In a glimmered lace of sunrise’s veil, dawn hovers like a freshly-cleansed nymph, wafting and bubbling with a spice of mint in dew’s chastity pool delicately undressed. The path of upturned boughs rips free and slides along a froth of peppered mist; misty in a way newborn day becomes pastel fingers where wings of her breath become illumined as it is daring;calling forth, Borealis...Borealis. And a deluge of herb wraps her air: a seasoning moment for this flushed lady to unfold the carpet of studded foliage cradling around her heady arms... soon, a gush of light bears newly-wed rays, until the fragrance of earth drifts upon her mantle feeling the delicacy of radiant morn, weightlessly white; no one wants to speak. Anthony Slausen's Aurora and Avalanche 2/25/2015


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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A Spring Miracle

April's mist has filtered the early sunrise, Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles, christened by dewdrops
___________________ By Carrie 3/17/15 For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Cold, Hot and Bothered

 Cold Monday morning
 He mumbles under his breath
 Car engine stutters
 As he turns the key in vain
 Temperature is rising.


 ----------------------------------
 Written ~ 20th March, 2015
 Contest: Tanka 2
 Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
 Placed: 4th


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

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DAYBREAK IN PEACH



          lush
              daybreak
                   spreads
                          rhinestone
                              like tincture
                      of flame,
                             to
                                wildly
                                  unravel
                                      a coral-gold
                                            horizon...
                                    till sun
                                       bursts
                                              on fields
                                                 cradling morn
                                                   with rays...
                                                        warm
                                                     as peach        
                                                 glow.       
                                                   



                                   Waltzing In Color Contest
                              Sponsor: Kim Merryman
                           7/11/2015
                                                                                         

 

                                                                                    


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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If You Are The Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...


Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2005

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A Dream In The Mist

The mountain peaks in colored sugar coat
Of pinks and blues and lilac violet hues
The sky, just before sunrise, all windless and clear
The day is misty, bitter cold, and crystal sheen
But I am warmed by one small ray of golden morning light

From high upon a perch of snow top crest
A lone stag with graceful legs that fly
Carving out a quiet trail, like fleeting wind
The sound so soft, the hush of whispered steps

He halts, and looks at me with logic's eyes
And seems to smile in recognition, 
His golden crown of antlers, gleam in morning sun
Just when I thought my crystal world would splinter
He tilts his head, and bids me to come
And like an eagle's wing, remote and sure
He darts away, just like a bird
Without a sound

Beauty of the wind....beauty of pure grace
I run after him, panting and breathless,
Through the glimmering, in search of answers
But, I cannot keep up, as he disappears without a trace
And still not wringing the answers from the slightest sound
Yet, I am left alone, and feel at peace


For Constance's Contest:  The Nature Dream/Spirtual Dream
Carrie Richards


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.





Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011