Post by soulfir3 on Jan 15, 2007 14:53:26 GMT -6
Mornings comes,
shielding shadows like
a spoon in a cradle
ever so persistent rocking
that exposure is gently
but defiantly given
Morning comes,
and the bellow of cows
is heard,
echoing in the long corridor
below me
grass once green
is trodden and browned
Morning comes,
beckoning life too become
vibrant, enthusiastic
as sun shimmers his light
into depths of long
held shadows of night
dewy cold, briefly
enjoyed before
irrepressible heat leaps forth
Morning comes,
day churns from seconds
into minutes
tossed into the hours
until sitting,
wondering where it has
all gone too
evening time greets us
swiftly,
with brilliance of reds
purples and hue of
a child's rainbow against
the mountains
Dissipating into night fall
moon teases sun from
high plateau
until his own shining embers
are diffused
and sun again rises
as morning comes
shielding shadows like
a spoon in a cradle
ever so persistent rocking
that exposure is gently
but defiantly given
Morning comes,
and the bellow of cows
is heard,
echoing in the long corridor
below me
grass once green
is trodden and browned
Morning comes,
beckoning life too become
vibrant, enthusiastic
as sun shimmers his light
into depths of long
held shadows of night
dewy cold, briefly
enjoyed before
irrepressible heat leaps forth
Morning comes,
day churns from seconds
into minutes
tossed into the hours
until sitting,
wondering where it has
all gone too
evening time greets us
swiftly,
with brilliance of reds
purples and hue of
a child's rainbow against
the mountains
Dissipating into night fall
moon teases sun from
high plateau
until his own shining embers
are diffused
and sun again rises
as morning comes
