Morning Dream
Morning Dream
Today is a day for poems.
The air is Sunday still,
only birds calling to one another as they fly...
This time of day I can ride on their wings and feel the currents under me.
The gulls welcome me aboard and do swoops and climbs to enhance the thrill.
I fortify myself with coffee and half remembered dreams;
My boss as a laughing Buddha, (should help my Monday!)
Myself as a child holding the hand of myself as an adult,
Dogs in trees with feathery wings.
I love this other world,
I'm grateful when there remain bits of memories, like paintings glimpsed,
Yet an imprint is made indelibly on the mind.
This morning reminds me of early summer mornings
In my childhood.
Slightly overcast, deliciously warm.
The air - still - yet pregnant with possibilities.
Bare feet on wet grass
early morning smells hanging like ripe fruit in the air.
My mind buzzing with adventure
Worlds to conquer, records to break, oceans to cross.
Let's get on with it then!
You write as you think.....The essential requirement of true poets. Well done ! Philip
"My mind buzzing with adventure..." ...... should be everyone's wish...........Jerry (*_*)