Poet. Writer. Photographer.
When the world is silhouette
in the darkness of new day,
and The Maker begins to add
the first colors of paint,
beginning with the sky
and blending into the sea,
as each ripple begins rippling
and the seabirds spread their wings,
my heart awaits the bristles
upon the lonely shore,
always hoping He’ll add wings
so my love can finally soar.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Dawn gently stirs
to find her,
single wildflower.
In his softest warmth
extended,
she slowly rises,
highlighted,
and across the shadow line
sends her cheer
to the fallen,
who, in turn,
becomes one
with the earth.
“Right behind you,”
she comfortingly whispers,
as a sea bird
breaks the ray,
or was it Sun
blinking his tear
away?
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Silent Sunday,
save for the waves
and the call
of the seabirds
for sun to bring
her grace.
Words and images ©LauraDenise 8-15-21
Vulnerable, fragile,
fleeting, yet trusting,
May petals humbly open
to receive Dawn’s blessing,
and I do not take for granted
this holy witnessing:
upon bird wing and song,
Hope’s daily lifting.
When the world is still,
when predawn so subtly changes
the sky
in the same unrushed manner
as the return
of open eyes,
I thrive.
Only the birds
are lively,
but their cheerful news
I entertain;
through the open windows,
they chirp tidings
using my name.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
In this early dawn,
I let the stillness be,
observe the lightening of dark
transforming gradually,
so subtly,
yet the colors awakening
are so softly profound,
the beauty
almost too much to behold
with the eye,
so the heart
and soul
absorb the excess,
the spilling over,
and preserve it
as a natural resource
to guide the self
back to self
and that stillness
whenever life seems too
chaotic,
and I realize,
I am
this sunrise.
This morning’s sunrise from my front yard.
Something compelled me to the sea this morning to bear witness to the last sunrise of the year. This song was already in my head…
All images in this post are mine and, believe or not, unedited.
slowly emerging
this first light of day and last–
end of year sunrise
©LauraDenise
Peace descends
from the heavens
as the sun slowly stirs,
and I let it seep in,
wrap myself with the world–
this creation,
all that lives,
ancestors unmet,
the simplest pleasure
in the message
of an owl’s silhouette;
when all is still,
the awe fills,
and I feel
stuffed with blessings,
my spirit
rises
and with the birds,
pays homage,
sings,
and when I close my eyes,
I see it all–
beauty, purpose, gifts–
and my heart
unloads,
lifts.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
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