There is a weeping willow tree
outside my bedroom window.
I look at it in the early morning ---
there are dew drops dangling from its graceful tendrils.
They dazzle in the new day's light
like faceted crystals, radiating a glow of their own.
Butterflies are suspended there flitting,
pirouetting amid the tree's canopy of lace.
I close my eyes and see gaily adorned debutants
waltzing on a ballroom's sateen floor 'neath a crystal chandelier;
their skirts twirling, their arms reaching up into the air,
their heads thrown back in laughter ---
and I join them.
Good morning!
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creamy purples into day
so swift the change
(when it happens)
from predawn mysteries.
Trees sway gracefully.
Morning birds are singing.
Primeval emotions
enveigle my dreams
before I remember
to whom my day is promised.
My congratulations! "Early Morning Vision" is currently featured on The Sound Of Poetry Review through Sunday, June 22, 2008. Please, keep submitting your poetry. Many thanks, the TSOPR Editor.
I like your imagination at work with this upbeat poem.