The sun is finally shining, warming my skin,
The horses are poking their heads out of the barn,
The snow has lifted, revealing green grass,
The ground still frozen, ice still on the pond,
Playing with the early morning mountain due, in between my fingers,
Off the leaf of a rose bush.
I pluck a flower out of the cold ground,
The sweet innocents of the little pink thing makes me smile,
Twirling in my fingers ever so gently,
Smelling its aroma,
Such magnificence in a small thing,
The peddles softly brushing against my checks
Sitting on this hard wooden bench,
All bundled up, braving the cold,
Admiring my flower, seeing puppies play, and
The sun that I haven’t seen in weeks, say hello.
Awe how nature can silently sing.
All to the tune of the kitchen mixer’s bellow,
Someone is making cookie doe.
Yep this is a start to just another day,
Another day, in Oregon
has any one said to u that u r the master of description and imagery?
Always another day to view the beautifull and amazing world we live in
wow...nice imagery...instills a sense of beauty in the readers...! ! ! : D
This is another good poem u wrote I love it! ! ! Of course u are a great writer don't ever forget that MERRY CHRISTMAS! ! ! !
Bursting with beauty. Awakening the senses with a profound gentleness. Well writtin 10/10 for me.
A lovely write. Sounds like a 'pert near perfect' start to a new day. Well done. Richard
Oh wow what a beautiful life. Very beautiful piece. Excellent..
You have done great here love, it is as if we all set there with you, experiencing everything together...
very beautiful poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
start of a very good day indeed! poem so fragrant so sweet...and so relishing especially in the kitchen backdrop...good work, Becca...10