Divine Light of Morning

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #487

Words:  sigh, breathe, morning, open, light, divine, 
        show, shine, bark, gasp, paste

The divine light
of morning shining
through open branches,
induces a sigh, pastes
a smile on my face.  I
step outside and breathe
in the first gasp 
of Winter.  Touch 
the rough bark of tree,
a show of sturdiness.
Tree knows it will soon
be covered in white frills
of frost.  It prefers
the following season 
of Spring.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to Divine Light of Morning

  1. Jael Stevens says:

    Very lovely…trees are wonderful symbols of strength and resilience.


  2. Lisa says:

    That first breath of cold winter air is so bracing and fresh.


  3. Misky says:

    Don’t we all prefer Spring. Smart old tree.


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