Early to Rise

Early to rise, I woke to a new day, a new beginning.

When my feet touch upon the brown carpeted path,
 the morning dew lets loose a dense fragrance

that rises from the rich brown sandy soil, 

As I wander out this August morn to the river’s edge,

I am greeted by imperceptible beauty,

it gave my mind a mystical pull.

Rays of sunlight filter through the water
I close my eyes and imagine floating
on my back in a sea of clouds,
Feeling myself rock and sway as they pass below me.
I take a deep breath in … filled with love, light and passion.      
My  breath out…evanescence into loves watery embrace.

Without a care in the world , 

I watch Cumulus clouds  go drifting  by
Looking like puffy pieces of floating cotton candy
The water rises and falls 

as the waves float from one shore
to the other like glittering butterflies.

I am held captive by clouds caught in a watery reflection
Watching as they shuffle from side to side

like people on a dance floor.

I cannot help but wonder if I could float higher, 
Could I sail through the heavens
And my heart  touch the sky?

Just when I thought I could get higher,
 my dreams float back down to the shore ,
So I dance and sing on our
brown sandy shore once more.  

Fin

poem written for

Theme Thursday Brown link.

and
emily wierenga 

photo #1 morning breeze - pino

photo #3  fffound- susanna majuros

photo #4 Barbara Cole.com

photo#5 fffound woman white shadow