Sunrise 2/14/24
Kennewick, Washington
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The burning sky reminds me I'm in love With you. As if I need reminding. I look Up at the clouds and down the street where morning's Shadows and glinting metals form a hallelujah To the molten dawn, its orange and bitter beauty, Its pools of gold and columns of light pointing Me to where I'd like to be: with you Beyond the eastern horizon, where the blue Sky of day has advanced with ashes anointing The weariness of planetary duty, The in-between of flying over Montana, Heeding the cautious captain's seatbelt warnings While calmly watching a movie or reading a book; To get to you, that's what I'm thinking of.
The love of nature gives lessons on the nature of love.
A brave poem. I could not share any tender poems with my poets group. We’ve been together, a dozen female poets for nine years. Generally as a group we tend towards acceptance and praise for beloved lines in each other’s writing. There stands great wisdom, knowledge, and skill therefore we all have grown light-years as poets.
Yet I keep my love, poems to myself.