Robins singing early morn, wildflowers in full bloom!
A hush surrounds the sparkling lake; the sun will be here soon.
Upon the springy forest rug, treading in bare feet
She hurries toward the water’s edge, another dawn to greet!
The forest whispers in her ear, “Hurry, day is nigh!”
In nature’s warm embracing hug, the only sound her sigh!
The early morning ritual is solace for her soul
Because the dawn belongs to her as the day unfolds!
She makes her way to her favourite place
A contented smile upon her face!
Upon the dock she takes a seat
In the chilly lake her dangling feet!
A dewy mist rises into the air
Leaving the lake pristine and bare!
The eastern sky begins to glow
Crimson and gold the horizon grows!
Holding her breath, mesmerized by the sight
She watches day consume the night!
Neath a blue sky the colour of the sea
The sun ignites the lake near the trees!
Tossing a handful of gems her way
She whispers, “Thank you”, and starts her day!
© Annabel Sheila
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Sheila
Peace
Tony
Regis
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offhand think of anything I'd rather do in the early morning
hour than dangle my feet from your dock and watch the sun rise
on your lake. -gene/
Good poem my friend.
Mark
Blessings,
Christine
Love this one!! Joy L. Hale
If there is, I'd sure like to know about it. My dogs often wake me before dawn, and we rush out there to take it all in, one more time.
Lovely Poem, Annabel.