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Awakening
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Tightly closed against morning chill,
Holding essence tight like in-drawn breath,
Waiting for an unknown time
On an invisible clock to steal.
Who can fathom such silent wonder,
But stand in awe and ponder?
Majestic in crawling, slow motion,
Thrilling beauty to overflowing portion.
Arms now unfold in radiant bliss,
Greeting sunshine with a fragrant kiss.
Translucent petals, gorgeous disclose,
Sun’s warm rays now caress the rose.
Rainbows and Waterfalls
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Stillness broken only by water sounds,
Cascading against the rock.
Time seems to linger here
As God’s watery finger turns back the clock.
I sit in awe at such magnificent wonder…
A rainbow adorns rising spray.
In my mind, as clear as chimes,
Haunting Indian flute notes linger far away.
An invisible hand, long before man,
Has carved and painted this land.
Man was then formed and given birth
To enjoy rainbows and waterfalls on Mother Earth.
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