The Coming of the Day

By MarciaMarcia

Wed, 27 Aug 2025
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The Coming of the Day.          by  MarciaMarcia

 

The days we are in
each one new

with myriad possibilities

brush mixed water,

colors of morning’s mist

glimmers my thoughts

like played tree leaves

in a calming breeze

or dip with a darkness

of shadowed clouds

When storms approach.

Deepest colors in tones

pregnant with what is to come

But I am safe, in my haven here

nested dreams of creativity

become fledglings

only needing, light and space, soft white paper 

and a pallet, able to catch the sensed spirit

of the coming of the day 
 
                                         

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Comments

Submitted by Nolan on

"But I am safe, in my haven here" a lovely poem, how one should feel at home!

Nolan &

 

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

Nolan, yes.  We feel at home in many places. Home, an art studio, a writing place,a dance studio with our instrument.  Where ever we are and what ever we do, in our souls, we feel genuine. 
great ! Thank you   MarciaMarcia