Tag: morning

The Winter Scene

The roadside has been covered in a white,
Hiding the remnants of autumn days.
The morning sun shines with a blinding light
When off of the snow shrouded hills it plays.
The deer paw through the crust of the night’s storm
Searching for hints of daily nourishment.
Only the barn owl will witness the form
As it heads to its nest with evening spent.
He’s followed by procrastinating geese
Who waited too long for their migration.
The snow muffled cacophony of peace
Whispers comments on the situation.
These risers experience the serene
Of the truth heard on morning’s winter scene.

The Sight to See in a Morning’s Beam of Light

We should all take the time to watch the grains
Of dust as it swirls in the morning light.
The weight of responsibility’s pains
Are the ones that we must battle and fight,
But they don’t mean a thing against the beam
Throwing a spotlight on the dancing specs,
Losing its inhibitions to the dream,
Living a schedule that has such flex.
They wait about for the closing of night
Before they jump up to perform their show.
You have to look closely to see the sight
Of their gently played ballet done in slow.
It is a choice they are willing to make,
So we may learn that ours is a mistake.