Sunday, August 17, 2014
Awakening
Rating: ★4.6
In the morning I rose
To the sound of the birds
Sat on the branches
Near my window sill
A whistling and singing
The chorus was grand
The colours a mosaic
It's heaven I'm in
The lake just beyond
White swans floating by
Red skies at dawn
And the day is alive.
Mary Forrester
Topic(s) of this poem: nature