Good morning from the Lakeside Deck
dawn moves into this day
and by mid-morning, only blue skies
shoutout in dismay
as earthen landscapes hold on
to their browns and molten lines
bare and blackened trees
paints over the earthen ground
up through the blue-sky dome
ground meets sky
and we witness this day's glorious coming
ozark hills captured in grey fog and haze
as darkness leaves only traces
in the hollows held in grounded shadows
in spite of this … the morning skies hold onto their blues
those simple yet unbelievable hues
songbirds in flight and song
move from their homes
and "flit about" their familiar roadways
from branch to branch
taking on the rising day
as stillness filters through
the morning, hours linger
fog hangs onto every, woodland tree tip-top
leaving behind only, dotted, glistening diamonds
leftovers, from the fog's morning journey
black etched trees lay north to south
like an M. C. Escher painting
framed across my windowpanes . . .
God’s blessings are given – to a newly found peace,
on this one mighty day!
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 