Morning’s Dance

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Morning’s Dance

By: Ashley J. Young

I open my mouth to greet the Son that wakes me

my lips part and original melodies serenade the day

my arms raise and I am lifted

 

I take flight

the clouds set the stage for each pirouette

the wind obeys every whirl

I create the dance of morning

 

The flowers take heart when they see me

they stand tall

the waves rejoice in the moment

they clap and sing and join in

 

The dance of morning has no choreography

no steps are scripted

nature follows me

  2 comments for “Morning’s Dance

  1. Hilary
    February 29, 2012 at 2:11 PM

    Beautiful poem….I can see a spring morning 🙂

  2. March 27, 2012 at 11:30 AM

    Thank you, Hilary!

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