I did not watc h
the sun rise across the sheltered harbor
In the stillness
of the morn in the shadow of the arbor
Nor did I
stand in darkness impatient for the show
That has me rooted
to this spot in its golden afterglow
The curtain
had been raised by the time I took my place
An audience
of one in the presence of such grace
Wintry winds
caress my face as I bask in this grand event
Admiring this
masterpiece brushed by the sun’s ascent
The lone
tree spreads its branches in gratitude to the host
Whose rays
of light stroke gently across the distant coast
And I, I watched in silence, felt my foreboding cease
For in these
precious moments I found my inner peace
© pending Susan R. O’Brien
Love it, the last line just gives me goosebumps. The picture is lovely....and one can feel the coldness of the day.
ReplyDeleteSusan you have such a way with words! Nice poetry and I love the photos!
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