The morning wakes and I shake my body into life,
darkness lifts like a blanket revealing light.
I move slowly one step at a time
and my breath stirs thoughts into old familiar rhymes.
The heaviness in me is like a weight too much to hold.
I keep moving, hoping lightness deep inside is ready to unfold.
The last of the winter leaves lay scattered beneath my feet,
leaving trails of the past impossible to meet.
My eyes gently lift to witness the wonder of the hour,
and my mind reaches out from its watchful tower.
Armaments are lowered and defences pulled away,
at least for now I see the beauty of the day.
Monday 30 January 2017
The wonder of the hour "Every dawn brings new opportunities to create something wonderful"
The morning wakes and I shake my body into life,
darkness lifts like a blanket revealing light.
I move slowly one step at a time
and my breath stirs thoughts into old familiar rhymes.
The heaviness in me is like a weight too much to hold.
I keep moving, hoping lightness deep inside is ready to unfold.
The last of the winter leaves lay scattered beneath my feet,
leaving trails of the past impossible to meet.
My eyes gently lift to witness the wonder of the hour,
and my mind reaches out from its watchful tower.
Armaments are lowered and defences pulled away,
at least for now I see the beauty of the day.
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