The sounds of skylarks and curlews
break the stillness of the morning
The sensory architect already at work
A fading moon compromises
giving way to the sun dawning
Mist suspended over water
waiting for warmth to dissipate
The rocks are bathed clean
Gulls squawking in salty air
A traveling east wind invigorates
On a white capped speckled sea
Fisher boats already far from view
Night time now held to ransom
for the day is center stage
adorned in its morning hue
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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at D'Verse Poets Pub
Ransom - WOTD
Architect - RDP
Image by Mark Frost from Pixabay
I see a Turner painting in your words.
Thanks Bjorn. I will accept that lovely compliment ☺️
lovely and peaceful
Thank you! ☺️
This is absolutely gorgeous, Christine! ❤️❤️
Oh you’re so sweet! Thank you ☺️💕
A beautiful poem Christine, I can hear all the birds, smell the sea air …
Thank you! 🙂 I’m so happy to hear that.
Your imagery is spectacular.
Thank you Linda. I really appreciate it ☺️
Loving everything about this…most especially those last three lines. I could paint a picture from your words….and I want to be in it – experiencing this!
Oh Lillian, thank you so much. I really appreciate it ☺️
This holds the essence of that moment when anything seems possible.
Thats a lovely thought Ken. Thanks ☺️
I like your description of morning as holding the night to ransom.
Beautiful, Christine, you’ve painted such a peaceful scene that appeals to all the senses! I love the idea of the ‘sensory architect already at work’.
Thank you Kim. Iam always inspired by Nature 🙂💕
Sigh, that’s the place for me. Beautiful poem, Christine.
Thanks Tracy! 🙂
Center stage indeed! Beautiful.
Thanks so much Lisa ☺️
This is beautiful Christine! I could picture the each word image quite well. Excellent writing here.
Thank you! That means a lot to me 🙂
Ah beautiful! 💞
Thank you so much! ☺️
A beautiful poem. You have created a lovely word picture.
Thanks Sadje! ☺️
A pleasure 👍