Sharing my poem : Dance of the Dawn
November 10, 2012 3:09pm CST
Crisp is the air that is dancing around Touching all creatures without making sound Warm glowing sunbeams are piercing the sky And covering the chill that surrounds you and I Mother Nature's awake now and ready to play She whispers her greetings and opens the way With dew drops and wind gusts she touches our face It's time to be listening and not time to race. Breathe in the beauty as you exhale the night So much to be discovered in this morning's light Enjoy every second and every moment of the day Let no hour escape you without blessing the way (c) joy pachowicz aka littlefranciscan
10 Nov 12
Hmm. So this category is where you post your poems in myLot to get a response. I posted a sonnet (www.mylot.com/w/discussions/2717905.aspx) a few days ago and nobody seemed to notice. Maybe it's the election or something. Anyway, I like the power of poetry to persist over time. It is so indestructible once it's written.