Adirondack Kind of Morning

Adirondack Kind of Morning

A Poem by Jack...

 

 

 

 

Adirondack Kind of Morning

 

Soft leaves underfoot, mosaics of nature

Sleeping in shadows of yawning maples

Beneath these stretching branches I roam

Foot steps in rhythm with a woodpecker’s cadence

Humming to the harmony of dawn’s cool breeze

 

Sunlight weaves past distant mountain peaks

Warming my face, enhancing my vision

Miles evaporate like morning dew

Moments become an ever changing serenity

For happiness waits at the end of this journey

 

Clear waters race between glistened stone

I splash my face in anticipation of a new day

Dreaming of her on an Adirondack kind of morning

Following a path through the mirrors of my thoughts

Listening for the endless echoes of love

 

Peaceful vistas beckon my heart’s desires

Cleansing my soul in lilac wanderings

Breathing the air of solitude affection

Knowing this sunrise lifts her from sleep

Praying her first thought is of me

 

© 2014 Jack...


Author's Note

Jack...
Thank you for reading

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Wistful and beautiful, simple and elegant. One question: Is water's intended to be possessive?

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much KL and nope. it's not. I'll jump on that right away.
Very nice. Has refreshing nature aspects as well as a hint of love to it. Very easy to read, follow and understand.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Coll. I appreciate you stopping by today. (or yesterday) :)
Coll Silvermoon

10 Years Ago

The days all seem to run together! Glad I found your work.
Your fusion of the subjects of nature and romance are quite remarkable. This poem, as I read it, is a resplendent and harmonious reminisce...I've never been to the Adirondacks, but I believe I have just visited them today. Well done my friend. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Joshua. You show find your way to them someday...they a truly magcal.
Sunlight weaves past distant mountain peaks
Warming my face, enhancing my vision
Miles evaporate like morning dew
Moments become an ever changing serenity
For happiness waits at the end of this journey


Your words paint the most splendid of pictures, Jack.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Pryde. I am so happy you enjoyed this.
A well researched piece that negates a need to finish, well done, good read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Thomas
A magical place and you make it more enchanting with your beautiful descriptions...A great one...:)............

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much my good friend.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

My pleasure...Any time...:).....................
Beautiful place and a beautiful poem

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much my friend. Indeed the Adirondacks are magical.
Cor...Jack, you truly play the heart strings in beautiful chorded echoes...sensational hon x

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much sweet Poppy. I am happy you enjoyed this.
Ruth

10 Years Ago

My pleasure Jack x
Another truly beautiful and inspiring poem. ^-^

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Brittany.
Ah this is perfection. I never want to leave your page when I read your poems, it's like my safe haven... no one bothers me here, it's peace and oh so loving. I loved it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Feel free to visit and stay as long as you like.
s y e

10 Years Ago

Careful Jack, that might be fforever.

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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