Morning

Morning

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 ©

Prompts:

Lillian is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets Pub

Word Prompts:

Ransom - WOTD
Architect - RDP

Image by Mark Frost from Pixabay 

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

30 thoughts on “Morning

  1. 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’.

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  2. 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!

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