One Morning.

I am playing with imagery today, looking out my window and spotting the hidden beauty.

The slightest breeze makes waves of green tender branches,

A backdrop of grey, blue and white dazzles my human eye,

Our Mother lays beauty at our doorstep each morning,

With a full and magical sense of a playful sky.

The smell of dewed grass hits the nose with joy,

Many lives are grown and sustained within her earth,

Tread softly upon her yielding surface always,

Remember that the ground gives glorious birth.

Though seasons may change the palate before me,

I dance and sing for the excitement of it all,

Tomorrow bring a new hope of serenity,

How I yearn to hear her, our Mother's call.

Author's Note

As anyone who reads me often will know, this is not my usual style, but I think it's important to break out of one's shell, at least every now and then, enjoy!

Reviews

[BlackCl0ud]

It may not be your usual style but it is a joy to read, the cool rhymes themselves give an image to my mind and the nature aspects only help. Wonderful, I'm a little sad you don't write like this often, so when you do I'll cherish the words more than any other. ~ BlackCl0ud

[Ruth]

It is good to venture into landscapes unexplored, you have done so really well love....a beautiful read! xx

[☯]

A very inspirational piece of work. You literally painted an image in my mind, your words flowed amazingly. I love the peace and calm aura coming from this poem. A beautiful write :)

[Sukriti Suki]

Seasons change the palate before me...ever so often we should have a new outlook, a new inspiration...nice one.

[Phibby Venable]

paints a very fine picture, wonderful images and color

[Tasha]

this was amazing,
it is different from your usual style, but you're right.
i loved it,
definitely shelving this one!

[roy mccarthy]

great write,
summer must be in the air in ireland!
i liked the rhyme cadence also.....