Morning Breath
A touch of air passes by--
Air as fresh as God can make--
Hastens to be taken in
By a morning reveler--
A recent riser from night’s hold--
Inhale long and deep
Until no more will stow . . .
Giddy, purple thoughts
Race in sanguine titilation--
Press the soul to express
Fully the finest approbation
Of the entrancing gift--
Alas to learn and pen
From a calmer, wiser place
The sigh of thankful satisfaction
Alive with God’s intent.
Copyright 2009 Jim Ross


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splashes and love
fresh
hasten
inhale
sigh
Alive with God’s intent.
Thank you for the lovely poem, it is alive with God's intent. So good to see your writing.
Your friend