The ocean’s full of frothy foam
That gathers under heaven’s dome
It splashes on the sandy shores
Receding into seaside floors
The seagulls exercise their wings
The pigeon struts and coos and sings
The osprey stretches from its perch
Expanding vision in his search !
I watched a star and saw it fall,
I felt the wind and heard it call,
I reached for sky and touched a tree,
I spied a bird, it flew past me.
I smelled a bud not yet full grown
I tread the grass the rain had sown.
I wished upon a mountain’s peak
That God might teach my tongue to speak.
I knew my way and yet was lost
I took the time, the risk, the cost,
Still all the laudits I have earned
And all the lessons I have learned
With all the things that I may do
Are much too small and far too few.
Gladly, this new day rises with a lemon-colored sun,
Spreading its fan with fingers of light, their journey begun
The early dawn painting water colors across the sky,
Running rampant in a kaleidoscope mornings apply.
Buds tumbling o’er each other in a circus of display
Assailing the senses with sights and sounds in bold array.
A blessing to have left behind the dark sadness of night,
Too full, with all its gloom pervading length and depth and height.
And life’s cycle begins again, its merry youth slender,
So clear and clean, healing breath, new hopes and dreams engender.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 