Yoga goddess

Born in the year of
Who cares what not
She stretched
Like a tiger
Like a taut slim snake
Doing her daily ritual
In the sunrise
With her hair down
Like a blonde long hair hippy
That she still is
The tune so soft
Barely being needed or heard
From her sunny loft
She takes her time
Her breaths in time
This is sweet
Sunrise
The night has passed
The night has had its day
It's time for day to rejoice
On this her Mother Earth

Reviews

[R.E.K.]

This is absolutely refreshing. A real pleasure of a poem to experience. Thank you for sharing Julie :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much

[Cherrie]

This is so delightful. I can feel the day slowly warming and a gentle breeze pushing through. Her well learned ritual is executed with grace.
I love this it's simple images pull you in and invite you to join in.
Thank you for entering this poem in the contest.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

thankyou so much for holding the competition i am glad you liked it,

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks Jacob for your reviews

[emmajoy]

And that's how it should be.. gentle, soft, pure and with a glow..ever thankful. Beautiful words.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh i like this...Mother Earth doing her morning exercise...that Yoga stretch into day.