Dawn

Dawn burst music …
And painted colors,
Purple, Pink and Orange…
Clouds are floating as
Magic realism…
Color echoes poetry …
Clouds dance in
Nirvana’s delight…
I looked at the blossomed
Flower…
Wonder of God’s creation,
Lord, I find you in all things,
Your mystic mystery of
Creating nature’s lullabies…
Dawn makes me dream…
I am so happy, my soul
Bubbling…
Time is a petal on
Strings of a harp…
I think of the Psalm
Let all things that have
Breath praise the Lord…
I muse on Rilke
Whose poetry is
A catharsis of pantheism…
Wordsworth, you
Are a romantic cloud…
Shelly, you are pouring
Waters from an urn
In the clouds…
Keats you are on wings
Adorning metaphors in
The sky…
Eliot, you are a picture
Of clouds floating
In mystic space…
Ezra Pound hammers
The sun into a
Glowing ball of orange…

 

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