I’m up early for the hour of quiet
when the awakened earth softly steps
into the garden of becoming.
Sunlight touches the sea,
trees drink deep in the forest
and I sip on the cup of peace
offered to each searching soul
who rises with the dawn.
Reading of “Cup of Peace” with music by Aaron Copland
Don: I happened to be up at 4am to take visiting family to PDX. So I got to sit on deck during daybreak with a forested view of Mt Hood. Your poem succinctly captures my experience. Very lovely poem! Thanks
Don, in addition to liking your friend Thomas’ response, I notice and applaud the recent focus on peace. May all of us make that our focus. Thank you.
Dawn. My favorite time, one more chance to make it right
Don…I am sipping away!
Ooooh! Donny, this one is near perfect. A definite keeper.
Drinking deeply, slowly, mmmm.
Don… masterful brevity, master-full heart
Don, Nice piece. Great match of your poetic lines with Copeland’s dawning, expressionistic, passage. Took Me There.
This is wonderful!