Moving On...
Living here...
Into the new...
Unheard...
Bob's blog...
Poetry Poem
Friendship
More Poetry >>
|
Newness
Orange juice, sweet and cold,
I feel the crisp breeze, bold.
Hair is dancing in my eyes,
As I bend and eat my prize.
Mornings hold such magic force,
In it's early promise source.
New beginning, every day,
Forget the past, put it away.
What will happen, I don't know,
Such excitement, spirit glow.
Living newness constantly,
Is really just the state to be!
Joy Weare.
14th September, 2004.
Newness
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022 ------- Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors
Sign Guestbook
Read Guestbook
|
|
[ Control Panel ]
Last 100 Poems
|