In That Early Morning Time
Inspired by a picture (“Stream of Sunlight”) by Jonathan Sloat.
Whispers are sighing
In that early morning time.
The trees are swaying
To this subtle song,
A slow dance
In that early morning time.
The leaves flutter like birds
Longing to fly free.
In that early morning time,
The light glitters on hidden pools
And falls in silky rays
Down through the canopy of green
To banish the last night shadows
And paint gold designs on the forest floor.
Yes, it’s early morning time
And already the trees are dancing
In this morning wind,
Singing their ode to morning,
Singing their joy to the day.
bloorain 26 days ago
this is soothing!
silvercircles replied 26 days ago
Thanks! Soothing sounds good . . .
Jonathan Sloat 26 days ago
Ooooooh! I love it! Especially that second verse!!! Beautiful!
silvercircles replied 26 days ago
That might be my favorite verse, too. = ) Glad you like it!! Can you see your picture in your mind as you’re reading it?
Jonathan Sloat 26 days ago
I can definitely see it in my mind. I can hear the birds singing as the whole area rings with the waking up of God’s creation on that morning! It puts in my mind my picture and so much more!
silvercircles replied 26 days ago
Yes, I love how alive the woods are!! Glad you like it! = )
lozzar 25 days ago
Enjoyable and reflective poem.
silvercircles replied 24 days ago
Thanks so much!!
autumnwind 23 days ago
what glorious imagery! you paint a most beautiful picture of morning with your words. xoxoxo
silvercircles replied 23 days ago
Thanks so much! Glorious? Beautiful? So glad you think so! xoxoxo
George Coombs 5 days ago
Excellent poetry, gave a real sense of life and meaning, a pleasure to read
silvercircles replied 5 days ago
Thanks so much! Your words are a pleasure to read as well. : )