The dawning promise of morning
Where golden arrows streak the sky
And blushing clouds drift on high
Doused in purest gold
Too soon the sun appears
Reaching over the horizon
And the surrounding colours brighten
In a burst of blazing flames
Glorious scenes beyond our dreams
Pleasure and delight our senses
Oh that we could freeze the moment
With each and every small component
©Denise G Allen, 14 January 2013 14:46
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14/01/2013 at 5:43 pm
I had pictures beautiful mornings flashing in my mind whilst reading this, adee.
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15/01/2013 at 3:25 am
I am so glad it jogged your memories, Hope. 🙂
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14/01/2013 at 6:28 pm
And with each new day, a new beginning. Beautifully written Denise.
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15/01/2013 at 3:27 am
.Thank you, Jake. I hope this year is full of new beginnings…
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15/01/2013 at 7:15 am
None but the best for you Denise..
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14/01/2013 at 11:54 pm
smiles…you paint a beautiful and serene picture…and if only we could capture that feeling…that fresh awakening you describe…smiles.
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15/01/2013 at 3:31 am
I try to feel the ‘fresh awakening’ despite our mundane, often ugly, lives, Brian. It’s sometimes what keeps me going…
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15/01/2013 at 7:10 am
Denise,
Ha ha. God is so wise in taking away that ability to freeze the moments out of our hands… lest we should be greedy to freeze every beautiful moment like the dawns and dusks undermining his intentions of this creation. Think of the present day corrupt political power houses. Will they let their reign end?
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15/01/2013 at 7:40 am
We are surrounded by ugliness and greed, SuNaMu. In fact it seems to be spreading more and more. ‘They’ will never willingly let go. But God is great and we must have faith.
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15/01/2013 at 8:42 am
Every country perhaps passes through such state Denise. Read this poem by Sir William Jones. He has a message for the people.
http://www.bartleby.com/360/8/1.html
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15/01/2013 at 4:52 pm
Thank you so much for the link, SuNaMu. Lovely poem and he puts it very well.
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15/01/2013 at 11:55 am
“Glorious scenes beyond our dreams…” I went to heaven in a dream after my brother died, it is beyond description.
Can you do me a favor, Denise. I have a new e-mail address and need mail to go to: maxi.malone8@gmail.com
Thank you and Blessings ~ Maxi
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15/01/2013 at 3:44 pm
I do believe it is beyond description and beyond any comparison too, Maxi.
Thanks for your email update. Done and dusted. ♥
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15/01/2013 at 12:35 pm
super, Denise.
We could sure do with some of that over here!
Winter rules!
John
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15/01/2013 at 3:47 pm
Thanks, John. I’ve been watching your temperatures and see you’re in a dip again. If I could only send you some warmth….
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17/01/2013 at 4:52 pm
Your snowman has just done that, Denise.
John
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17/01/2013 at 6:13 pm
I am so glad, John. 🙂
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16/01/2013 at 10:25 pm
what a beautiful poem, Denise – i can never tire of watching the prelude to sun rising…
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17/01/2013 at 6:58 am
Nature can be so beautiful, Ruth.
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16/01/2013 at 11:45 pm
Doesn’t need a picture – the words do the trick.
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17/01/2013 at 6:59 am
Thank you, Col. Sometimes one can’t compete though.
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17/01/2013 at 8:30 am
Not so sure about that. Words can engage the imagination more effectively, and that is limitless.
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17/01/2013 at 9:45 am
It’s not easy to do justice in finding words to describe a really beautiful thing. Words can sometimes fall short, I feel.
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