In the dawn over the lake, crows break the silence with their morning gossip,
as the steel grey slowly releases
the blue,
and the green of the shoreline.
I take another breath,
copying the dawn releasing
the worries of this world.
Spring bringing freedom.
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Poems often whisper from the echoes of our heart,
as the wind moves me,
snowflakes decorate the dawn.
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Encouragement today,
allow peace
to fill you,
to wash
your worries away.
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Note: This is a pre-planned post.
Silver threads of the lake at dawn,
with whispers of deliverance
to awaken,
to transform the grey
to a startling blue,
and the beginning
of birdsong.
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A stone feather, with purple light wrapped, in soft petals
as the drowsy joy of dawn,
puts to sleep
the mystery of the night.
He opens his front door,
breathing in
the morning air.
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I found wordflow in the mountains,
healing for body,
and soul.
Hiking boots, and camera.
Note: I’m on a one day break today. See you very soon!
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In the golden blue of dawn’s horizon, the poet awakens,
searching the skyline
absorbing the colors,
while shaping the words,
shape shifting his fabric
for phrases
and verse, as he summons
his spirit wings,
to write it all down.
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It was one of those primal dawns,
with the world not yet awake,
and a chill
in the cold night air still lingering,
the earth was so quiet pausing
without rotation,
without wild revelations
only the beginning of the sun
in the quiet of the night ending
bringing a thrill, a wholeness,
even without chimes,
until one single robin began
to sing her chorus,
lifting the sun even higher……
and eventually
a new day began.
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Hope seems distant in the shadows of fear,
yet living within us
is the power
to believe again.
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Even in the cold grey dawn, poets will often search
the shoreline, looking for a glimpse of wordflow, in the silence listening
releasing any bitterness to receive it as a soft rain begins washing their spirits,
stunned here and there, at the beauty of a simple phrase……or a line.
And somewhere in the wind…..there’s a story.
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