I watch the sunrise lighting the sky,
As the shadow of bars fall at my feet.
I hear the birds singing in the tree tops I know must exist.
A swallow lands on my windowsill welcoming me to the new day.
The window is too high for me to see the land surrounding,
But I can imagine the green countryside,
Topped with the azure blue sky and pink tinted clouds.
Like so much cotton wool floating above the treetops.
Poem of the Week
A Glimpse
If only my desk was normally this tidy
Poem of the Week - Last Week
Free
As I close my eyes,
I pray for just one moment to forget who I am.
As I close my eyes,
I become as insubstantial as an autumn breeze.
As I close my eyes,
I learn to soar and swoop, taught by the birds themselves.
As I close my eyes,
I become an insignificant drop of newly formed dew.
As I close my eyes,
I melt into the earth and feel the life within.
As I close my eyes,
I become one with the slow pounding heartbeat of Mother Earth.
As I close my eyes,
My pain dissolves,
Drawn out by the hands of love.
Poem of the Week - 2 Weeks Ago
Fingertips
Fingertips trickle,
Tickling, flowing.
Laughter babbles,
Gurgling, blowing.
Happiness hatches,
Blooming, growing.
Huggles wrapping,
Warming glowing.
Taken from my second book, A Little Bit of Light and Dark.