A New Morning Poem by Doris Cornago
A New Morning
Sitting among the grasshoppers
Drenched to bones with dew
A new morning greets me
Strands nod welcome
Green and brown
Honeysuckle
Periwinkle
Startle
Me
With
Tittering
Talk among
Like maidens
Sharing gossips
Hush, a mild breeze
Blows on my eyebrows
Eternity stretches, stillness
Stalks with mildest movement,
Miracles marinating, spawned here
Where I am, sitting alone in reflection
You don't see the grasshoppers because they are so unlike the flowers who need to attract with their bright colors. They are silent stalkers but observe everything. That's why it's so much fun to be chatting with the low-profile grasshoppers.
Yes, glory to God for giving us a new lease on life, every morning when we wake up. :)
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5/7/2024 6:53:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
"Miracles marinating, spawned here Where I am, sitting alone in reflection" - I like it!