Beautiful Morning Poem by Speedy Hartman

By; John “ Speedy “ Hartman



it's a beautiful morning
to catch the beginning
of gods wonderment

the morning breath is cool
the earths exhale is slow
creating hardly a ripple

i sit i wait
not wanting to rush
the creator in his creating

the lights off a local pier
reflex off the bay
as if it were an old mirror

before the break of dawn
men and women gather
to cast their hopes to the sea

maybe they to have come
to witness a new beginning
the watch the changing of colors

for before long the new sky
turns a crimson pink
rays of light cut through clouds

as if somewhere far off in the water
searchlights were beckoning souls
a process repeated daily

soon the crimson skies
give in to blues which mixes with green
and settles into a beautiful morning



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