Morning’s Glory
Natural Bounty
Walking steadily,
Slowly
Steps heavy with purpose
Drawing near the dawning
Dripping dew dazzles through sun’s morning rays
Green grass, slicking moisture, topping vibrant flowering bulbs,
Rainbow hued refraction scintillating in refrain tween’ twinned cumulonimbus clouds
Bees buzz, hovering, lingering over flowers pollen, precious nectar gathered
Life abundantly living, smallest insects in train from storied treasures touched
Nests, hills, colonies, birds feathered overhead, trilling brilliant melody to Sun
Breeze still and moist with springs lingering chill in early morns’ light
Paths wounds by rose’s thorned rest, splashes of lavish color exploding
The poet passes peacefully,
Songs without music spilling freely from written words weight
The sights, sounds, and smells inspire her wandering heart
Metaphorical pen to paper she puts, spilling songbird’s envy prolifically
Life, perspective, like wine aged in casked oaken barrel presented
The writer writes, presenting prose, poetry, observations on life coupled in verse
A Stanza moulded in reverential revelation, held as pearls for others
An outlet for life’s many incongruities, like steam, words as pressure released
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This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
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