Take a walk along a well known path.
Step upon the virgin snow.
Untrodden, it lies upon familiar ground,
This place of which I know.
A sound of something new,
Arrives as the sun does rise.
It gives me great pleasure to view,
these early morning skies.
Birds I know from afar,
I lay host for them to stay.
Still, I hope, as I tweak my lens,
Before they fly away.
I escape my urban cell.
To a stage set just for me.
To witness the dawn's awakening,
Frozen, yet beautifully free.
Soon the backdrop fades.
More colours are cast on show,
Never to be a dull moment, held here,
Within this place I know.
Daniel Jorgensen (Aug 2011)
YOU ARE READING
The kingdom of the Mind..
PoetryHere are some sides to my imagination which even I didn't know about!?! Freaky, but ...interesting...could make a good case study I think...
