Morning rise – Poem


Morning rise

A breeze works its way on to the scene
Gently pushing back the cloudy curtains
Letting the sun settle in on the hills
That rise with it, hot or cold, who’s to know

The sweat of the landscape
Adds a chill to the breeze
Causing hairs to stand on end

I work my way down the hills
Leaving my own trail of “footprints”
In the landscapes dew

Settling into the valley
River banks swelling
As moisture starts to flow

And I plunge head first
Into the river of dreams

 

Stephen Kellogg – 2012

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About Stephen Kellogg

Poetry, Ponderings, Prose, Photos & Pounding out the Pathways All at my blog... I hope you'll take a few minutes to wander around the site. Not all of what you read there will be happy or sad etc. but I trust my writings, photos etc will encourage, touch, inspire or just make you think…. I really appreciate feedback!! Thanks and enjoy Peace! Stephen Kellogg All of my writings, pictures etc are original works, unless otherwise noted, and should be considered copyrighted.
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4 Responses to Morning rise – Poem

  1. Ian Moone says:

    nice, oh and morning

  2. Deborah Avila says:

    Marvelous cohesion ! Loved its feel, Thank you ~ Deborah

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