top of page
  • Writer's pictureArtful 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

4 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

If there's no such thing as time. What was that thing? Love or Distraction? If you can't find the time. Then there's no such thing lost time. But there is sweet time. And it does get given back. Time

Leaves thrive at their greenest In the final light of day. Bouncing vibrancy as if excited Suckling the last moments of sun Stretching themselves gloriously Appreciating rays gone by But lifting their

bottom of page