PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Spring mornings paint

my world in beautiful hues.

Green is everywhere,

squirrels scamper,

peering at me with

inquisitive silence.



Thoughts pour forth.

The morning is quiet,

my mind is restless,

and I write.

I embrace this moment

of quietude

and mad echoes cease.



I write the language

of wonder and resurrection

in awe, like a child

seeing the world

for the very first time.