Tuesday, December 22, 2020

First Hand

Through early morning mist I see
Glassy waters mesmerizing me
Pelicans perched atop pilings strong
Nestled snug but not for long
Cormorants just gliding by
Lapping waves roll in to say hi
A struggling sun defies the gray
She rises brightly to greet the day
The quiet reigns with silent clout
Til the birds begin their joyous shout
One last fog rolls 'cross the bay
The final performance of this morn's ballet
The trees upon the distant shore
Create a horizon from beautiful lore
Good morning world from nature's hand
So blessed to see it all first hand.

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