Tuesday November 1 2016  POETRY OF MORNING

POETRY OF MORNING

Kathleen Martens

November 1, 2016

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Oh but if I could just write a poem

As I experience so many feelings,

Rather than leave thoughts ruminating

And my mind reeling.

So many things that I see

Set my heart to soaring,

And later when I sit to write,

The words come out so boring.

Every morning brings something new

As I travel the back roads of home.

Tunnels of corn yesterday waved

And today all I see is loam.

Fields of green sprout winter wheat

As if magically over night,

And tilled soil, dark and rich

Peppered with seagulls white.

A morning mist hovers low and cool

With sunshine dappling gold.

The leaves of maples seem to glitter

And in awe my attention holds.

Soy bean crops old and withered

Because fields yet soggy and wet,

And the beans must be dry,

Too much rain, the farmers fret.

And leaves of color strewn about

In forests, lawns, and streets,

And regardless of how many you rake

You always face defeat.

The skies filled with forms of V’s

As geese fly in boisterous throng.

Oh to be free and winter south,

To do so could never be wrong.

Yet the beauty of home so worth it

As I travel over hills and plains.

And the days are ever so short

As winter light seems to wane.

Morning appears later each morn,

The night sleeps long and deep.

Extended darkness makes a shorter day,

This season I love to keep!

GOOD NIGHT!