Saturday, August 5, 2017

AUGUST 2017


First stirring of birds
fluttering in the bushes
first crystal clear notes
rise into the early morning
fiery sun slowly ascends
our dwindling creek mirrors
soft watercolor skies 
inhaling deeply calm settles
enveloping me with peace
generous reward for rising early


Bravely opening her heart
layer upon delicate layer
despite brutal heat dancing


Narrow gilded band glistens
as Sol slips away
sinking into the Pacific
envisioning I am there now
watching thundering waves crash
while slim legged sand pipers
run to and fro dipping their
long beaks into damp sand
gathering bit by tasty bit
then settling sated for the night

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Deep vermilion red sun
sinks into ruffled neon pink duvet
  smoke bombers hum safely home  

1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed reading your poem - well done. I'm an early riser!

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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