The shadows are dark,
And the sunrise is offering light.The earth is thirsty,
And the dew is offering sips.
The mountains are cold,
And the clouds are offering hugs.
The trees are tired,
And autumn is offering rest.
The air is still,
And the wind is offering breath.
The day is spent,
And the night offers quiet slumber.
That's beautiful, Dale. A poem that inspires tranquillity and rest in itself! You write beautiful poetry, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Val! I very much appreciate you posting this on Rivergirl, as well. It seems time for blogging regularly escapes me, so I fit it in whenever I can. Also, the times have to move me. I penned this (so to speak...) while lazing in bed yesterday morning and watching the day break over the trees xxx
DeleteOoh. The volume that's around me ceases here. The introspection here is as generous as nature. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you Gina! The peace offered and generosity of nature knows no bounds. We just have to look, and see. I’ve seen your garden xx
DeleteThe earth is thirsty,
ReplyDeleteAnd the dew is offering sips........ a lot of meaning there.
Thank you, Haddock.
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