Little Golden Pockets

Little Golden Pockets

Mornings are like little golden pockets

Lined beautifully with jewels of light and divine scented earth

In this pocket I feel alive ,I feel like an ocean

limitless

unbounded

and  free.

There is something about the coming of a new day that moves me from within

How it reveals itself one shade at a time

Maybe it’s the promise kept

The promise that light will always return

day

after day

after day..

Maybe it’s the silence of the world

The majestic calm before an awakened fury

car

after car

after car..

Mornings are like little golden pockets

In this pocket I feel joyful, I feel like a bird

I am singing, hopping and free.

——

R.A.S

sunrise early on the lake

One early morning, in a golden pocket - on Georgian Bay, Ontario.

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