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Untitled …Poem from 2013


Poem I wrote this morning...


resting in the mellow of early morning sounds


though overcast


and grey, steely skies greet


this observer


the simplicity of birdsong


and the ever present youthfulness


of this early time


allows and beguiles


reminding one of dawns past


reaching back in time


to the beginning that is always available


in each moment


and allowing this new day


to launch us into an infinite number of moments


each filled with the golden droplets


of shining, ever present


eternity


we abide in this pivoting point of


now


that has no limit


stretching to an endless horizon


in all directions


we rest in


birdsong


in the excellence of leafy green


and muffled quiet of cool air


the infinite space


that is early morning...



Annie Kiyonaga, October 2013

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