Rousing my senses
The morning sunlight, with its bright eyes, peaked tentatively, from behind the remnants of the evenings' shadow. Gently pushing aside, and drawing curtains that hung across, obscuring the awakening of the new day.
Bright eyes now opening golden arms lazily stretching reaching across the fields and planes, closer then... to greet me at my window, light, gently tapping, calling to me silently, rousing my senses, to greet the beauty, of this enticing day.
Bird songs a heavenly choir, prolific in its melodies,
No more, are trees and shrubs barren and naked, but now.... heavily pregnant, and bearing branches of greenery, with soon to birth, sweet smelling blossoms of love.
Beauty of colour, soon to fill the beholding mind, hungry to take in all that's on offer, in awe of creations' beauty, that has been given us !
Copyright Elga ~Indigo~ September 2004 - all rights reserved
19 September 2004
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Gorgeous write ... imagery abounds in this scintillating and well-crafted poem!!
Robert
Love
Peter
Well Done, Elga! Beautiful graphic, too.
Joy and more joy
HH
serenity in your verse, and in the illustration--lovely to behold your marvelous words :) BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
springtime was never this lovely in texas LOL that's the height of severe weather season :)
We are coping with autumn and not ready yet for the winter - you are awaiting spring in its beauty.
Wanna switch?
You and I must be on the same "plane" of thought this day...
as you can see by my new posting.
glorious poem!The art is gorgeous! I feel refreshed and
renewed after this vibrant display! Thank you!
Mother nature does wonders to a spirit!!
Love Tinka