Today's Poem.

 

 

 

 

Today's Poem.

 

As my pen hovers above clean paper I ask
what elegance will awe me as light rouses
dawn to nature's sessions of fresh happenings.

 

Yet nothing I scribe could be half as exciting 
while in those first throws of morning's glory 
gray turns to mauve when the sun begins rising.

 

Then autumn's remaining red rose 
genuflects
in petally gratitude for daylight 
as marigolds 
flutter their yellow and nod to 
one sparrow 
who lands on top of dew-wet 
geranium heads
and stops without any wobble
to slake a thirst.

 

Legs astride as he bends to sip my heart sighs 
in marvel at bird-agility then as tiny wings flail
feathers reflect to perfection sky's pale pink lighting.

 

Oh yes, he is today's poem I will try to write.

Reviews

[Lorry]

A snapshot glimpsed, of a morning coming to life, in all its technicolor glory, inspiring bubbles of thoughts, percolating with the coffee as inspiration awaits.
Silent moments where we look out while looking in, seeing the chaos we live in and how it could be. If only we weren't slaves to the clock.
Beautifully captured moment brought to life.

[Fay Slimm]

Who could not respond with poetry when dawn unfolds her glorious fanfare to a new day -- thank you so much Lorry for your inspiring review and am pleased you enjoyed the read.

[Lorry]

You're welcome 😀

[Neville]

Today's poem is one to remember... and it was not just a little birdie told me to say that and true.... Neville

[Fay Slimm]

You are right on my wave-length with imagination my friend. - -- Birdies making hearts sigh are the poems to write - -eh ....... thanking you ever so Nev.

[John the Baptist]

It is amazing the number of mini-stories one can behold while observing nature being itself. Maybe Mr. Darwin was right when he said it is merciless, but still it is beautiful. Nicely wrought picture in this one.

[Fay Slimm]

Thank you John for dropping by and reading my little tribute to nature being it's beautiful self.