Pale dawn to the east
behind the mountaintop,
I see the sunrise coming,
I can taste it in the coffee in my hand,
the cool kiss of rain,
the soft swirl of a breeze.
Morning’s pale light,
as I am, and always
missing you.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Pale dawn to the east
behind the mountaintop,
I see the sunrise coming,
I can taste it in the coffee in my hand,
the cool kiss of rain,
the soft swirl of a breeze.
Morning’s pale light,
as I am, and always
missing you.
What a gently beautiful poem – drawing us in to the quiet sensory perceptions of another day…and the ache of missing someone close to us. Beautiful!