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
One early morning, in a golden pocket - on Georgian Bay, Ontario.
Absolutely beautiful 🙂
thanks andy!
You’re welcome 🙂
A perfect poetry to go with the breathtaking sunrise….beautiful.
Cute poem! And such a gorgeous photo!
thank you pretty gal
Nice. I think I’m going to ruminate on that line, ‘Mornings are like golden pocekts’ – maybe even keep it. There’s just something very beautiful about it that makes me want to keep repeating it: Mornings are like golden pockets. Thanks.
aww that was great, thank you!
Lovely! Exquisitely expressed!
thank you very much!
The cycle/circle of life. Amazing!
thanks !
Love your prose about the morning. thanks for sharing!
thank you, Glenda! Hugs to you
Nice use of repetition.