Artful Alternatives
First Morning - A Poem
Updated: Mar 27
There are depths of motion in my sky
Dissolving clouds
a constant transition
Light washes across
with inperceivable lethargy
Breezes leap out
An immediacy in it all.
Behind my tree
A flock of birds
Fly in unison
Leaves already full
of dance and delight
This winged event
Surprises my morning.
A new creation of movement.
Easy to discern
Through my sleepy eyes.
A different layer
Another level
Surpassing skyward depths
