The dawning of the day ...
Shadows of darkness speak in hushed dialects
Thoughts drip from tongue’s stillness
with the silence of a whisper ;
osmosis forms dimly back-lit word whispers ,
heart’s avowals adrift , float in the ether currents' sigh
amidst the early morn's dappled thrown shadows
Enkindled embers of hope’s silent reverie
smoldering in yesternight's
satchel of leftover dreams
Open palms behold a fragile heart in hands
awaiting daybreak’s kiss ;
the spinning world becalmed ,
a seized moment's tranquility ........
Forever beginning verve quietly astir ,
incarnates the dawning of the day
Ethereal silence answers more questions than words
Colour of anticipation inflames spirit’s sunrise sky ...
Harlon Rivers ... © February 24th, 2014
3 comments:
Beautiful Harlon, You make nature breathe its beautiful essence and come alive
daybreak's arrival; a beautiful word canvas by which to begin my work day... thank you, Harlon!!!
Thanks so much for you encouragement Kelly and Steve...I have a few more unpublished new nature writes...just don't know where to publish these day, for some reason I've gotten a bit more self-conscious than usual, about the silence...thanks again for coming to this space
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