The morning is heralded by my conscious awareness of the
Blaring silence around me.
Looking out the window, I'm alarmed by the frozen serenity,
The frozen sunlight
Circumventing the hollow in which I reside.
Then, Vermont wakes up
Looking down, little chipmunks scurry away to their hideaways.
Inversely, looking up, couplings of birds can be seen hovering around the canopy,
Perhaps stretching their feathery sinews.
The trees begin a choreographed sway
Mastered eons ago.
Clouds sashay across the mountains
And bees materialize majestically out of the shadows
Then, I wake up.
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Let Our Hearts Sing Out Without Restraint
PoetryThis is a collection of poems inspired by me everyday life. They are very intimate and honest so please respect them.