dawn – Rivers Renewed

Wildflowers

In her dreams she spoke of wildflowers,

I kissed her cheek

pulled up the blanket

covering her,

as the sunrise reached

our window.

This Writer’s Heart

How can I write to you of the inner sanctum?

of ventricles filled with piano music

fine art and yellow roses,

a woman’s bed

with comfy blankets

watching for hopeful snow

and listening,

always listening my friend

for the quiet of sunrise,

while hearing the soft breath

of the one I love.

There is no greater pleasure,

I shall not walk away

instead stand

immoveable.

P.S. This is about self-care which out of necessity my love and I are doing more of. I am pulling back from being here.

The symbol of a “women’s bed” speaks of love and comfort. She is not house bound at all.

In the Darkness of the Dawn

In the darkness of the dawn, night shadows fading

bringing a hopeful light,

our longing within

and a new day,

a new light

ascending.

The Dawn Speaks Softly

The dawn speaks softly this year, with our hope

moving slowly

cautiously,

stepping forward

refusing the temptation

refusing of any hint

of despair.

We move forward anyway.

Happy New Year! Thank you so much for reading!

Whispers of the Winter Wind

In the whispers of the winter wind, an early snowfall in the night,

our blue dawn revealing pine trees

embracing the beauty.

Note: I’ve been dreaming about snow lately.

In the Dawn Over the Lake

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.

Snowflakes Decorate the Dawn

Poems often whisper from the echoes of our heart,

as the wind moves me,

snowflakes decorate the dawn.

Encouragement Today

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Encouragement today,

allow peace

to fill you,

to wash

your worries away.

Note: This is a pre-planned post.

Silver Threads

20180930_123823 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.

Morning Meditation

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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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