On A Mornings Stroll Poem by Matthew Holloway

Post evenings end
Witnessed at first light
The horizon pencilled in
On the first page of a new day
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Gone has the blindfold that kept darkness
looking to the sky it wasn't just blue
Every blink was like taking a photograph
Capturing the vast array of beauty
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Last nights dream kept in a pocket
Footsteps counting out a beat
An album of thought and feeling held
Pages turned and stories begun
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Pen to paper after much delight
Spotting a butterfly and bumble bee
Dancing a waltz in the warmth of spring
Above a tulip as golden as the sun
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Inspiration arrives
Like season's and the weather
With the coming and going of days
That which we keep
Be it writ or in memory
Is our eternal poetry