Turning Point

I awoke this morning

to the sound of the train

To the hint of rain

 wood stoves

and  smoke

rising steadily

To dance in the air

 so beautifuly

with the fog

 and drops

of misty morning

where there was no warning

No clue to suggest

my life was about to change

no evidence

 that a moment hung so cleverly

on life's proverbial  Christmas tree

would shape so sweet a destiny

where dreams might truly

court reality

that I should dare

be allowed to taste

the sweateness of life

so carefully placed

delicate

and deliberate

upon my tongue

-DannyLynne

Reviews

[Ron]

Wow! Your poem makes me want to sip hot totties, sitting by the fireplace with a nice warm soft blanket. Your love for the fall is so evident and I know a few other things you like as winter approaches!! Every time I read your stories or poems, you make life sound so refreshing and your descriptions of of your surroundings are full of "whats next around the corner?" You would make a blind man happy listening to your wonderful Painting of morning life. I like the poem. Love your boo!

[cfix]

I awoke this morning
to the sound of the train
To the hint of rain
wood stoves
and smoke

Ah I love these words here, makes me think of a peaceful country setting.
This is a wonderful write, so well written and soothing to the soul. Much enjoyed this.

[f**k you]

WOW! This paints such a perfect picture, and creates an incredibly realistic vibe. Your words are soothing, powerful, and elegant all in one. Lovely.

-nicole-was-here-

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

exquisite~a beautiful aura of affecting anticipation hovers through each line~