Saturday, June 6, 2009

A request

A friend asked "Please tell me about your morning relections."
So I wrote...

Morning peace

There, over there…
Morning bird rests
Her sunrise serenade.
Dark nature’s stanchions
Leaves rustled,
Breezes born
From the gentle movement
Of an angel’s wings.
Colors gradually perceptible
By the heart’s eye.
Wonderous orb
Calmly reclaims her kingdom.
Chevron flight
Southbound squawkers
Encourage each other
Journeying home.
Colors and floral perfume
Magnets for worker bees
Humming, buzzing
amongst the petals
At the pilgrim’s feet.

-- J.Sobecki , Songs of The Second Chance Dance,Copryright 2008

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