Friday, February 03, 2006
















Translucent curtains of wet snow
drape the dreary morning
in whitish shades of grey, contrasted
only by the dry browns of wind burnt winter grass

The bald eagle effortlessly
penetrates the morning gloom,
powerful wings defeating gravity,
expert and instinctive eyes searching for the prey

The orchid unfolds its beauty
in a simple slow dance,
exciting and colorful reminder
of nature's sublime awe-inspiring grandeur
JIR 2/3/06

See Daddyo/Papa still gets the muse. How's that for a posting?

1 comment:

  1. Daddyo!
    Good stuff:) Hope you keep writing poems, I need to start back up again. . .im loosing my touch.

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