Gentle Morning

POSTED IN contemporary poetry September 21, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gentle Morning

The gentle cooing
Of mourning doves
Greeted me
As I stepped outside
Into the warmth
Of the Colorado sun.
The pale blue
Skies are clear
This morning,
The late spring
Snow nearly melted.
I enjoy the peace
Of the moment,
Letting tranquility
Seep into the
Dark crevices
Of my wounded soul,
Knowing the quiet
Will soon be
Driven away
By the
Cacophony of life.
For now,
It is enough
To be standing
On the gentle edge
Of comfort,
A cup of coffee
In my hand,
Letting the peace
Of the morning
Wash over me.

 

 

 

Phil Ray Jack