No telling what will appear
when the wide arc of earth
slowly turns to meet the sun.
A muddy tangle of clawing vines,
the sweeping bend of a broad river
or the flow of peace
from one darkened window
waiting with thanks
for the coming light.
No telling what will appear
when the wide arc of earth
slowly turns to meet the sun.
A muddy tangle of clawing vines,
the sweeping bend of a broad river
or the flow of peace
from one darkened window
waiting with thanks
for the coming light.
Don, I am with you there…in the adventure of a new day in the context of a vast sky and a steady flowing river. Is this not the life we’ve longed to live!?
Don, the poem certainly has a strong thought. You express it with a simplicity that makes it one of your best writings, I think. Thanks for sending it.
I too am waiting for the coming light!
Thank you, Don…
❤️
I wake up every morning and wonder what the day will bring. I am never disappointed. The new is always exciting.
Lovely Don. How well you creat thought with your writing. Thank you
beautiful poem Don! and I welcome it all – no telling how or where it all fits and works together to perfection. db
Nice! We never know ahead, but light will come and we always hope.
(Like Tom said). 🙂