Morning prayer

The grizzled look

of a lawn covered

in frost

and all the tiny

diamonds there,

a Morse code

for sight.


Photo credit, Loren Chasse.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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5 Responses to Morning prayer

  1. Excellent poem. And Loren Chasses’s photo also.
    The ice crystals spell out for me . . . / – – – / . . .

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lynn Love says:

    Ah, the tiny diamonds sparkling on the grizzled lawn – lovely imagery Bill

    Like

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