Gabriola Morning

From where I sit drinking my morning coffee
Morning slips softly
out of night’s embrace
rising with light 
pouring out of a mist-laden
horizon.

Gently, morning breaks
me open
pulling apart the blinds
that held my heart
trapped
in believing 
amidst the destruction
of man’s fury
morning
would not rise again.

Breathing,
my heart
melts
into morning’s soft light.

8 thoughts on “Gabriola Morning

      • Even though we do our best to kill off our earth we live on, it still has such beautiful places, holds such great serenity and untold tales, offers an abundance of generous beauty – we have just spent a weekend in a (still) quiet place, a smallish village – in a few months it will seethe with people, yet now it was eerily silent (OK it snowed and an icy wind blew, so not surprising) and we had miles of land just for us! I would love your sister’s place, I know it.

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