Oops - I missed a day yesterday, but on this one, I actually have the excuse of computer issues. Those appear to be solved now - well, at least for the time being, so it's time we get to some poems, yes? I thought you might think so!! I mean, really, what more think could we ask for than to have a couple of fresh poems, right? Ok, ok, it's not like I'm Walt Whitman or anything, but where else can you go to experience this? Probably a lot of places, really. There are a lot of writers and poets out there, struggling artists of their craft - but you KNOW me, and maybe, just maybe, these little musings of mine will be worth something. A guy can dream!!!
Morning
The cold caress of spring air
envelopes me,
holds me fast
as the fog rolls in
through the valley of naked trees.
Wandering, lost,
unable to see the path,
until the Sun
reveals the hidden world,
and the leaves clothe the branches.
I bask in the light,
the warmth, my baptism,
a new life awakens in me,
and I can find the way home.
Morning Sounds
Sweet sounds,
waking to the sound of birds
chirping in the pre-dawn hours,
the drip of the coffee-maker,
the sound of fresh eggs frying on the stove.
I'm hungry, and it's time to make breakfast.
One serious, one.....definitely not so much!! Well, we can't be too serious all the time, now, can we??
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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