Morning Cast

A poem about the things that make my Georgia morning perfect...

Just  before dawn,

the crows  of black

flutter

their wings

and land on a

half-broke, and dried out

        grey, old, tree branch.

The will rise,

slowly in a few minutes,

just  as  the

smell of

my breakfast pervades

through the house.

I can

smell the

biscuits with yellow butter

and I can hear the

bacon scream and sizzle

as it is thrown

   unwillingly

onto the burning 

 hot pan.

The sky begins to

get lighter as the great

        big

yellow smile rises

                    above the

tall   and   bushy   trees

and throught the white and fuzzy

puffs staring a me.

I open the

dusty old windows

and the chilly air

   blows through the house,

making my hair

  wave around

      and allowing the sounds

of the blowing wind,

   singing  birds,

an buzzing bees

   and trees rubbing against one

another.

Oh, how the orchards

  such rare and tasty fruit

as their creation fill

         nature with such colour

and      amazement.

The sun has risen,

  all  of  the  way

to light the day

  The morning is cast.

Reviews

[Steffi]

Good Imagery. The piece read a little choppy, try to not break up the lines so short it has a tendency to read a little awkward and hard to follow.

[Lesley Wood]

Hey, I really like this-mornings especially sunrises are a favorite of mine too.
Good imagery. The flow could be a little better & formatting-but over all very nice.
Thanks for sharing and being a part of the community.:)

[Wildfleour]

Just wonderful!

Bravo!