The pure childlike joy of nature lives inside us all...
January Morning Washed Ashore
Burnished by the cloudless blue
The winter sunshine is a cold metallic hue.
A golden light reflects in a startling white
Of the frozen field and brings the day renewed.
The hilltop gleams on the horizon
Where dark trees reach toward the sky-
To warm the glow of the ice and snow
Then tapers down to the rocky edge of the ocean -
Where the luster from the sky and sea
become one in a cobalt bright perfusion.
Photo Credit: Copyright(c) 2007 Tumbnail. Promade St Col Decembre, Wikimedia Commons.
When I was a child I love to dance-
Laughing and trilling as I was whirling,
In an imaginary trance-
The trees swayed and pranced.
The sky was a door- I was sure- the opening,
The sea that made the wind blow free.
Goldenrod melted into sunshine swirls,
Spinning colors of my pinwheel world,
When I was a girl in the field as I played,
On those wonder-filled September days.
Photo Credit: Copyright (c) 2010, Mike Powers.