The pristine blue sky, not a cloud in sight,
The green leaves of the trees waving gently,
The coo of the birds in their good morning delight,
And the surrounding silence is deafening.
**
The breeze flowing through the window
To caress me gently,
Loving tendrils of invisible love,
Weaving over my bare skin.
**
The morning of solitude feels perfectly right,
As the sun dances upon my form,
Kissing where the breeze has left its trail,
Warming my skin to perfection.
**
The pitter patter of tiny feline paws,
Overthrows the power of the quietude,
A soft meow of welcome as she nears,
Sheer pleasure that I have finally awoken.
**
It’s a new day,
A day for living,
A day for breathing, laughing, loving,
And not a day to be taken for granted.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Indeed.
Beautiful work, beloved one!
Awww, that soft meow! This was such a wonderful poem!
Well done. This has a good nature poetry feel.