Friday, November 3, 2017

Morning Arrives

It's already light, the gentle breeze
welcomes me aboard.
A brightness is now arriving, 
as the sun rises behind me. 

First on tops of distant trees,
then sliding down the trunks. 
Next upon the hillock
then creeping down its slopes.

On the face of the opposing bank,
edging across the surface of the pond. 
Now the willows on our side,
and creeping up the lawn.

It is now upon me!
Protected from its heat
by our cottage porch,
it is resplendent before me!

Its searching and shadows
Announcing another summer day.
Its heat yet to manifest itself, 
The joy of the cool earth says,

"Good morning!"…once more. 

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