Morning's Wake Poem by Caitlynn Rose

At morning ‘s wake the clouds appeared like a blanket of marshmallows across the sky

A gentle breeze covered the air like a feathery cloak

So soft, so delicate though we could never question how or why.



Sea salt and smoky aromas fumed the air as I felt a sense of inspiration through

-The atmosphere of this new found home made that clear.



By lunch the sun had shown clarity to my confusion of questions

One month only had I settled

Mornings view had changed each once teary eye.



Scared I had been, lost in my way.

I missed their smiles.

Hamilton would remain but Nelson?

I found home I was happy here.