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In the screen house Under the trees Overlooking the lake An hour before sunrise How does one describe A stillness so complete The tiniest leaf In motionless silhouette Against water Tinged blue, pinkish-peach Hopeful, tranquil Waiting Stillness, but not silence A loon’s plaintive call Hum of car tires on a road Hidden deep in the hills across the lake Circular liquid remnant Far from shore Unnoticed, unheard Fish breaking the surface Chilled Time to go into the cabin Grateful, blessed, a gift Daybreak© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: Nature, personal, poetry, spirituality
In a dim light... 
August 15, 2013 at 1:43 pm |
Daybreak is so special, and language is so frustratingly insufficient to describe such moments as this, but in the recollection of sights, sounds and feelings, the soul of it can sometimes be captured.Your post brought it all back to me, thank you Tom.
August 20, 2013 at 2:42 am |
I wish I had been there. Beautifully written Tom.