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The Yellow Morning Sun

Updated on July 6, 2012

Yellow golden sun

shine on my side of the lake.

Light the needles of the tall spruce tree,

and sparkle the wings of the blue jay with new hope.

The water is flowing over the rocks in the stream.

A cool spring bubbles loudly.

The water trickles down from the mountains of oak and ash.

Their roots filter the soil of the earth.

Florals cover the moist ground

as I rest my canoe on the water.

My passion for finer things

do not glow in gold and silver.

They rest in the heart of wonder

like the streaks of light on the lake.

My paddle dips in.

Soft liquid gulps the oar

spreading sequence of motion.

Watch me dive in.

Hear the gentle splash.

Cool water washes my skin.

I am free at last.

My tangled hair flows smooth under water.

My lips surface for air.

Steaming vapor rising all around,

air stolen from last night.

The golden star gleams overhead.

A loon calls from behind.

I bend my oar into the water once more

and row to the restless shore.

I am blessed from this day foward

like light on sunlit waters.

When my time has come

I'll disperse and float away.

By Joanne Kathleen Farrell

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    • janeenjesse@yahoo profile image

      Joanne Kathleen Farrell 5 years ago from Rensselaer NY

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      Joanne Kathleen Farrell 5 years ago from Rensselaer NY

      Thank you so much for the supportive comments. We are all here to encourage each other.

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      JaneKnowsbest 5 years ago

      Beautiful!! Very descriptive :)

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      gregb4hope 5 years ago from El Paso TX

      Good flowing lines of you interacting with nature as one. Enjoyed reading it. I invite you to read a nature poem I wrote titled "Talking Clay"....voted up and beautiful.

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      forall 5 years ago

      Nice poem Joanne. I liked the way you described nature. Voted up!