As the cold morning breeze started its course,
The wind chimes on her porch jingled,
Resonating vibrations tuning to her heart,
She sat next to her window, lost, thoughtful
Her old leathered scroll, spread on the table
A quill shaped pen, stuck, in her twisting fingers
While she stared at the morning sky, blankly
As if she was breathing the nature inside her,
The smell of earth, the cold air , the song
Of the birds and the clanging notes of the chimes
A golden thread of thoughts floated from the cloud
surrounding her soul like a bright ringed halo
While she worded thoughts on the rusty pages
As a scribe to tales directly narrated by nature
Her writings have always been one of kind
For it comes from a very beautiful mind!
Side note : Dedicated to a good friend who is also an exceptional writer and poet.
Just love the line “breathing the nature inside her” gorgeous writing. <3
Thanks a lot 😊
Most welcome…
Wow… This poem is so lovely…. The words are perfectly woven into a beautiful piece… I remembered my morning last month when I sat in the balcony to write early morning🌸🌸
Thanks a lot Riya, for the wonderful comments. Then the poem is dedicated to you as well, keep writing. 😊
Thanks… 🌹
A beautiful dedication! I love the imagery and the embodiment of the intangible!
Thanks Brad 😊
A beautiful mind reflects a beautiful heart. Well spoken!
Agreed, thanks for reading 😊
yap, this got me. awesome
Thanks a lot 😊