On A Mornings Stroll Poem by Jennifer Birchall

Post evenings end
Witnessed at first light
The horizon penciled in
On the first page of a new day

Gone has the blindfold that kept darkness
Looking to the sky it wasn't just blue
Every blink was like taking a photograph
Capturing the vast array of beauty

Last night's dream kept in a pocket
Footsteps counting out a beat
An album of thought and feeling held
Pages turned and stories begun

Pen to paper after much delight
Spotting a butterfly and bumble bee
Dancing a waltz in the warmth of spring
Above a tulip as golden as the sun

Inspiration arrives
Like season's and the weather
With the coming and going of days
That which we keep
Be it writ or in memory
Is our eternal poetry