Saturday, June 9, 2012

Poem: Sunrise in the Rear View Mirror

Driving down
a country road
with the sunrise
in the rear view
mirror.
Saturated
yellow orb
burns 
with intensity.
Wind break
trees,
spanning
the generations,
weathered,
yet triumphant,
stand resolute
as scepters.
Early morning
fog
hovers over
the tree lined
river
and above
the glistening
dew
blanketed
fields.
A dream 
state -
Lavender
and salmon
hues
fill 
the sky.



Poem: Golden Locks

Golden locks -
spun from gold;
"soft as silk."
Twinkling
eyes,
like the stars
that light
the midnight
sky -
breathtaking;
Their kindness
of infinite
expanse.
Her laughter
echoes
the giggles
of children;
Illuminating
all
around her.