On A Mornings Stroll

Post evenings end Witnessed at first light The horizon penciled in On the first page of a new day Gone has the blindfold that kept darkness Looking to the sky it wasn't just blue Every blink was like taking a photograph Capturing the vast array of beauty Last night's dream kept in a pocket Footsteps counting out a beat An album of thought and feeling held Pages turned and stories begun Pen to paper after much delight Spotting a butterfly and bumble bee Dancing a waltz in the warmth of spring Above a tulip as golden as the sun Inspiration arrives Like season's and the weather With the coming and going of days That which we keep Be it writ or in memory Is our eternal poetry