Blue Morning Poem by Laurence Overmire

At home, in wood, pine and oak
Cedar bleeding into maple
Light through the branch
A crown of sun upon my head

The weed is broken on trodden path
The march of foot to freedom
A honey suckle of breath
Sweet, wildflower sweet

The wind of morning with gentle sway
Cradles the fall of tender leaf
Listen: I catch the buzz of the dragonfly
The water still and shining

A hawk soars through the trees
A slow and steady glide of wisdom
An eye above to see below
The hills rolling into meadow…

~ Laurence Overmire

(Previously published in Avocet, Spring 2000; Timber Creek Review, Vol.13, No.1, Spring 2007)