SUNRISE
In the tepid breeze
Of a Summer sunrise
I feel the warmth
Of maternal love.
Good Morning
Mother Earth!
SP.
4/16/08
SUNRISE
In the tepid breeze
Of a Summer sunrise
I feel the warmth
Of maternal love.
Good Morning
Mother Earth!
SP.
4/16/08
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
TIME TO SAY FARWELL | 1 | 09/07/2023 |
WHEN MY HEART | 0 | 06/02/2020 |
BEYOND | 0 | 06/24/2015 |
SORROW | 0 | 12/18/2009 |
LONGING | 1 | 12/04/2009 |
HOPE | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
THE END | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
OBLIVION | 0 | 09/03/2009 |
MYSTERY | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
LONELINESS | 2 | 11/03/2009 |
ETERNAL SONG | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
SUNSET | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
SUNRISE | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
SPRING (To my daughter) | 2 | 08/21/2009 |
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