Poem of the Day — Stare through Satin

Stare through Satin

Trace of yellow haze, momentarily apparent

Scent of dew, fresh in brave terrain

All but misted with low moist uprising

Blades of fresh green grass, as new, searching for the heavens

Star gazing droplets perfectly round, just seconds from disappearing

The growing morning light

A sight for tightropes of reality

Unseen blazing reports

Of sun, slicing magnets shining outwards

Attracting attention

Tension joyful and pleasing

Beckon forth a new understanding

Up standing for revelations made

Shored up and ready

For the day to follow

To unfold

March 17th 2015

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015

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