Poem: The Dawning of Love

Poem: The Dawning of Love

High up in the Southern Hills
stepping out my door
into the arboretum
at first dawn light
the misty pink hued sky
and cicadas sing
their song
as a bird 
chirps it plaintive cry
the green, green grass glistens
a tight membrane covering
the loamy earth
the cool air invites and comforts
like a light linen flowing
ah, when Heaven and Earth 
are Home all things may be
regarded with Love
– Herb Stone, here&now working poetry, August 2109


 

 

 

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