sunrise… the morning mist melting Shared with April A2Z Heights Day 15, Morning Mist. (April 15th, 2013)
winter mist fills the morning sky; a quilt held upon the still world, skims the head of swaying trees, falls on new leaves as silver dew, such a refreshing sight to view; its scentless scent enchants me, in a heap I lie, only awake partly, as these endless flecks of mist cloud my clear window … Read moreLazy winter rain …
raindrops fall on my window sill; since morning, my heartbeats sing; the dark clouds, no longer reflect me; I break free, with a ray of light. – a small stone written for the Mindful Writing Day. (’12, Nov 01)
with each breath I drift awake, toward a new day as night brakes; dreamy realms, tempt me to stay, but reality will be better today. on the bed, I lie without doubts, like a boxer ready for the bout; as the sun’s rays ring the bell, I trudge into what might be hell. as eyelids … Read moreMorning’s first..
In the distance, the rumble of thunder; I hear the silent swish of a dark cloud, pregnant with rain – it floats toward me; I hear the first drop leave its dark bubble – it sings through the sky, fall with a plop onto the empty road; I hear the dust rise, petrichor – it … Read moreThe Music of Rainfall..