Morning Light Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Morning Light



Rising with tides of fate hidden within, searching,
traveling, watching all of nature peek out in moments
of time.

Rushing, swirling, turbulently waving, bending over
rocks, jagged and huge.

Suddenly silent, morning light rippling across earth,
nothing hindering it's progress.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014
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