Opening my eyes
I awoke
To the rustling of emerald leaves
And birds, deep in conversation
I ambled to the window
When I drew back the curtains
Beauty poured in
Like the sea in a sinking ship
I gazed downward
To the playful squirrels
And grass, shriveled from the summer's heat
I stared upward
Past the thick trees
And to the sky
The distant sun
Hid behind the horizon
And washed the sky with lilac
I just stood there
Open-mouthed
And marveled
With eyes as wide as the Pacific
I thought to snatch my dad's camera
From its padded case
But I didn't
Because I knew that
Not even the most expensive camera
Could capture
The unspoken beauty
Of this morning
Indeed, your words paint a beautiful picture! No camera required.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!! You are very talented!!! Please write more!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!! :)
ReplyDeleteI just want to say that since the day I started following you on twitter, everything you write just puts a smile on my face. The way you so carefully place words. It just makes me happy. That someone I have never met can make me smile just by looking at: the rustling of emerald leaves. Just fucking fantastic to put it bluntly.
ReplyDeleteI now follow this blog. With hope of new pieces everytime I visit.
Thank you for taking time to write the way you do!
Keep doing what you do and I will keep reading.
Count on it.
Sincerely
frankie fissure
Thank you very much! It's amazing to know that I can put a smile onto somebody's face, whether I know them or not. I will try to keep posting consistently, and I will definitely keep my twitter as up-to-date as possible. Thank you again for the kind and supportive words,
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