Morning

 

I was waking and heard a silver flute

when dawn was spreading its wings on the scenery.

I was waking and leaving my dream

where faeries danced in the chamomile.

 

When the sky became crystalline

and the curtain fondled the window sill,

my body was caressed by this morning breeze.

And through the window a martin flew into my room...

 

 

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Succint and lovely. A true delight to read this morning - it makes me long for spring. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Light,
Siddartha

[Alaska Frost]

Good poem! Simple, yet elegant. It is the perfect morning: waking up from a peaceful dream and then being greeted by the morning breeze... my favorite line was "I was waking and heard a silver flute when dawn was spreading its wings on the scenery." That's a good use of personification/metaphor. Very nice poem!!