The world stirred
with water flowing
through the ebb tide,
low sun slanting
on the morning sea,
gulls circling the rocks
crying, come awake!
As the dream of night
hatched like a perfect egg,
we opened our eyes
into the very first light.
The world stirred
with water flowing
through the ebb tide,
low sun slanting
on the morning sea,
gulls circling the rocks
crying, come awake!
As the dream of night
hatched like a perfect egg,
we opened our eyes
into the very first light.
Glorious, Don … a Master Piece
“Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word”
I love this one, Don….”as the dream of night hatched
like a perfect egg”….evocative for sure!
“Morning has broken
Like the first morning…
Thank you, Don.
you have a great affinity for the sea and the coming of each day. Very nice!
Lilting & lovely …
Utterly feminine, undulating, cycles within cycles, schwooshing, gently kissed. Sensuous!
Thank you Don for your surrendering heart!
Perfect poem for me to awaken to……
Beautiful. Captures the way the one life wakes up each day in “the family of things,” to steal the phrase from Mary Oliver. She’s your soul sister, Don.