Looking Up
Starting on a Sunday
sounds like a good idea.
Looking up is a physical act,
sky just waking and bleary.
The trees toss and turn in the wind
like light sleepers.
We see thousands of mornings like this
but forget who puts them together for us.
There is majesty in this,
the world stirs and slowly
gets up, and the sun stretches,
ready to race across once again.
4 thoughts on "Looking Up"
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Nice, Geoff! Stanza 3 especially.
Lovely! I especially enjoyed your images of the world stirring and the sun stretching . . . A great first LexPoMo day poem!
Very nice – I like the idea of majesty in what we sometimes overlook.
Such a fine little poem!