guineau hen strolling up a gravel path;
sounds of breakfast preparation,
a morning chill blankets the ground
while a soft morning sun rises slowly
melting early fog at mountain's base
the vista: lush plantings fronting
a far cityscape nestling in foothills
[the sun rises as I write]
the chill diminishes, sounds increase
while a rooster announces that
a new day has started once again
blognote: I had hoped to write 'a poem a day' like last year but this is only the second. The first will appear on the poetry blog @www.tjjfpoems.blogspot.com when I get better computer access.
Central Union Church [8/83]
10 years ago
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