Saturday

rising


A shimmering sun was rising in the East.

A fluffy lamb tottered to its feet

then frolicked in the mist of a golden dawn

A lark ascended toward heaven

and a wisp of smoke from last night’s fire

drifted lazily into a pale blue sky.

Sap was rising in springs first shoots of green

as a waking child blinked at the early mornings light,

rubbed its eyes then rose from its bed.

All around the word was rising

to greet a brand new day.

1 comment:

Geraldine said...

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