Getting up at dawn
Before the birds
And sunbeams yawn
I walk the path
A barefoot lawn
Tickles the fancy
Just to muse and gaze
Let the glances jump about
As a ball
Or floating clouds
Or winging birds
A mist about to bid adieu
Traces embraced with dew
Sweet aroma of fresh and renew
Bring giddy senses to the mind
Touch and strum the memory chords
Fill the well to swell
From the brim
Bursting out
In smile and song
Music and symphony
Thoughts sublime
I walk tall
With gods and heroes
Into my world
Of at the dawn
well controlled imagery and really good use of language, Steve
Excellent poem, Shimon! What a wonderful use of sensory language!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful welcome to the morning! This poem shines with its own light, Shimon. Regards, Sandra