Somehow this seemed appropriate for a Sunday morning. A gentle bump into the day.
Hugs, Trish
Whispering winds swirl quietly over open fields,
While morning light blooms reaching into today,
As small animals glance into the valley shields
And shadowy mountains tower over this way.
Melting liquid blazes between deer ponds steep,
While the dewy moistures burns off in the sun,
As a lamb lay gently nourishing his hunger deep
And a pair of red foxes play happily for everyone.
Rustling above ground as a meadowlark calls,
While a bright ball glistens invitingly overhead,
As white tailed deer awaken from picket stalls
And red-breasted robins stir sleepily from bed.
Daybreak, a gentle time on good old mother earth
…a time for sharing, snuggling, and giving birth.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Bobbi
Love Tinka
(I think;-)hehehe
Love,
Eileen
Bountiful, beautiful, blissful depicting of the wonders of Nature.
"Daybreak" flows on to the sea of the readers' hearts prodding them to pump wisdom.
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
This is absolutely GORGEOUS! Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
You forever find gentle and tender ways to bring the morning to us all. It's always good to share the day in your den.
Lisa
Gentle as the morning, beautifully illustrated, your words--thank you. Saving this one.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.