sunday morning poetry

hushed, whispering tenderness

the morning air calls to the dead

in their sleep they rise

sunshine is ablaze with new life.

read the story of the dawn

hear the silence in her veins

as she reaches down to caress

away your worries and your pain.

you are like a newborn child

every time you feel the wild

calling to your ancient soul

“come out and see the world unfold.”

light footed you fly

reaching for the crest

of the mountains around you

as you sip the salty sea.

you are at peace.

© 2017 C.W.North – All rights Reserved


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