a forest awakens
to a symphony of birds
a thick blanket of clouds
hovers over oak and pine
obscuring faint moonlight
warm rays of sun
pierce thick fog
and illuminate the forest below
retreating clouds leave behind
a carpet of dew droplets
glistening in new light
the great flat ocean
like a mirror
reflects golden sunshine and drifting clouds
crimson sky breaks
and a mourning dove
calls for its mate
seagulls swagger
crows caw
pelicans peck
lonely fishermen
returning from an overnight voyage
unload their catch
as the soaring sun smiles
as a new day begins
In this poem, I experimented with the imagist style (particularly William Carlos Williams) blended with e.e. cummings to paint the landscape I know so well – my home.
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