WHEN THE MORNING COMES

04/01/2016 — 11 Comments

Clean slate sparkles in wake

Scented breath

Lacing the early lush meadow grandeur

In modulating gentle gush

Flowing

Birds chirp in lofty chorus

Inspiring soul beyond limits

Kites floating effortlessly within prominent aura

Cast upon the clear expansive sky crisp

Spectacular

No care accosts the heart

When the morning comes

*

See

Stroke of time shifts back to manufacturer’s setting

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And who knows what could happen

Seasons and moments come calling all over again

Magnanimous gesture transcending all barrier

Stirring hope

Big and better in kindred fashion

There is love peace and joy in the air

That

In a marvel of bountiful miscible portions

Now that morning has come

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©The Blazing Trail 2016

11 responses to WHEN THE MORNING COMES

  1. 

    Mornings are my favorite time of day. Blessings! 🍓

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  2. 

    Happy New Year ! 🙂
    Regards,
    Aliosa.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. 

    Wishing you a Very Happy New Year and Beyond 🙂 Wonderful piece of Poetry.. 🙂 Blessings your way .. Sue xx

    Liked by 1 person

  4. 

    Nice! Have a great 2016. 😀

    Like

  5. 

    Thank you…quite pleased to have found your work as you’ve found mine. Serendipity is a good thing.
    Dan in Chicago

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