Communion With Dawn

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Communion With Dawn

In the stillness of the early morn
When nature shakes off the remnants of slumber
Leaves stretching, flowers opening
I sit quietly with my cup of tea in reflection.


Gazing at the first visages of dawn
As the sun lazily climbs into the heavens
Gradually dressing the day in a kaleidoscope of hues
Huddling a bit deeper into the quilt I have wrapped about me.


Oh quiet morn what blessing will you bestow today?
A gentle shower, a warm caress?
Or will passion shatter us from our doldrums,
Enveloping fury of an unleashed tempest.


Communion with nature, I tune into earths heartbeat
Thundering through my blood, rejuvenating my soul
I rise and salute you in prayer and thanksgiving
Calmer from the spiritual union of birthing a new day.

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leolioness commented on Communion With Dawn

11-28-2009

A very lovely poem. A sweet expression of the early morning rising.

WinterFrost commented on Communion With Dawn

08-03-2009

Ah alone time in the AM. I like the false dawn and the fog myself. Nice read.

ginga commented on Communion With Dawn

07-29-2009

Lena, What a wonderful and serene poem. You have chosen such tender and natural words to describe a very spiritual experience and bond with the earth. ty for this poem. ginga

dragonfly1023 commented on Communion With Dawn

06-18-2009

a lovely reflection of life and nature as you awaken to a new day. I can see the respect you have for this gift we share called Earth LenaMP.

LenaMP

06/30/2009

Thank you for the wonderful review. I greatly appreciate it.

WordSlinger commented on Communion With Dawn

06-15-2009

This is beautiful, the title is very unique. The last line is great, :), My good friend, of nature and poetry, I like it, alot.

LenaMP

06/17/2009

Hello friend. Haven't heard from you in awhile. Hope everything is going good for you. Thanks for the review.

WordSlinger

07/29/2009

You can reenter this in the contest without losing these comments, look for the link, great poem..

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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