prompt -- write a morning poem
When the sun first
Gilds the day
Everything seems lighter
The red lilies glow pink
Droplets are diamonds
Everything seems lighter
The ibis glide on rosy light
The pond calls with silver whispers
Everything seems lighter
And I am merely a reflection
As this gift of light appears
Yet, my heart is lifted
Because everything is lighter
When the sun first
Gilds the day
Everything seems lighter
The red lilies glow pink
Droplets are diamonds
Everything seems lighter
The ibis glide on rosy light
The pond calls with silver whispers
Everything seems lighter
And I am merely a reflection
As this gift of light appears
Yet, my heart is lifted
Because everything is lighter
"When the sun first/Gilds the day..."
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh. So beautiful. Love this, Sara.
Madeline thank you for stopping by:-)
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