Blossoms
Rays of morning sun awaken my smile,
Dreams lost in melody of meadow larks,
Winds whispering sweet nothings all the while.
Afternoon clouds sail by in lace,
Showering blossoms envelope me,
Fragrance fill lungs of nutmeg mace.
Night time falls upon the day,
Northern lights beam down from heaven,
Crickets orchestrate in harmony.
I thank Thee for every wonder,
Pray thanks for this precious day,
The beauty and love I will forever ponder.
11-24-07
Absolutely stunning!
Richard
You 'awaken' the visual and the mind with this offering - sheer perfection!!
Hugs and love,
Lance
Regis
God Bless
Michelle!
It feels good reading about it in your poem!
Axilea
I love being awoken by the dawns cacophony, losing myself looking at the dreamy clouds. I used to think the noise of crickets were sound effects until I went to an island on west Africa. A beautiful pray of thanks giving. Reminds me of the old poem. Morning has broken..... Bit like my ankle I guess... Love this.....
My gosh is that you kissing the babe...Andy wolf whistles....
Newfie hugs, Rose
Bravo! Jasmin Horst
Be safe,
Karen
Georg
Northern Lights? Where are you?
in the Northern country where its ice
Peace & Love
William
stan
Walt
Thank you and amen. *Glen*
Paul
Larry
God bless you. Kathy
Blessings & Happy Holidays,
Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.