THIS MORNING

THIS MORNING

I picked the last rose of summer this morning

From a garden parched and dry.

I saw a rainbow this morning

And heard the seabirds cry.

The wind was cold this morning

Over a pewter coloured sea

I sat by the water’s edge this morning

And some peace it brought to me.

The sky was filled with gulls

And the chilly wind whipped the sand

Seaweed, shells and starfish

Loved ones holding hands.

Early morning adventurers

Jogging at the start of the day

A cheery hello between friends

And then they were on their way.

I observed Nature’s canvas this morning

And the things she was painting for me.

I quietly contemplated this morning

As I sat by the steel grey sea.

There was beauty there this morning

And it brought me some release

My heart somewhat lighter this morning

As I accepted the gift of peace.

© Linda J. Vaughan

23^rd. April 2004