In the early dawn a poem was born
a spawn from lovingly sewn words
into a beautiful tapestry.
The flowers in the meadows speak poetry…
proudly presenting its colors with vivid display
of poetic words.
Then there are the stars brightly lit across
the otherwise darkened sky
gilding it with eccentric words
only poets could ever describe.

In darkness there is the beauty of brightly lit stars spread across the lonely sky. -justme62 -photo Pixabay







