The morning had come,
I looked out and saw the clear sky,
The frost on the ground,
And I knew,
I knew it would be my kind of day.
As the sun rose I was there,
There walking in the sunlight,
With the whiteness on the leaves.
The beauty of nature
Portrayed in art,
The brightness was around me
As I looked,
Looked and listened,
Listened to nature’s symphony
Sending its music to my ears,
While I saw its art with my eyes.
A sunny, frosty morning,
My kind of day.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My favourite type of morning, the sun shining and a frost on the ground.
- Category: Reflection
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This poem is great. Big fan of nature and the sounds and vivid pictures it can create. Nice to know other people experience that.
Thank you Nicholas, yes I have been at one with Nature for very many years.
Touch wood - touches my head! - we've not had frost for weeks! A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Made me feel right there with you !
Beautifully described 🌹
You an join me any time Nemo, walking with Nature is wonderful.
Good Morning Uncle Andy ~ Your Song & Poem is a great uplift for a Sunny Frosty Morning here in Essex this Morning. Love *Morning has Broken* by CS it has a real Simon & Garfunkel sound to it Folk / Rock. Enjoy the day ~ love your last lines
A sunny frosty morning
My kind of Day
I will meet Angela @ Church (Im wrapping up & walking !) and we are @ Angelas Parents House (where she is living) for Lunch & Rioja. In view of the uncertainty of this life ~ I am cherishing each moment we have together as you did with your Beloved JOYCE.
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
Please check our latest fusion *DESERTED PLACES*
You will enjoy Poem & Pic & Music ~ thanks A & B
Yes Brian, every moment should be cherished.
Andy
Did it take you back to the days when mum used to send you off to school with gloves and a balacalava after your ready brek? Great days, football with a tennis ball in the school yard.
Oh yes, I was there, we also made slide in the school yard where the ice was so deep.
Your talent for writing on nature's blessings to those who stop to look and listen always amazes and thank you for sharing your love of it all whatever the season dear Andy
Thank you Fay, yes to stop, look and listen is so important, it is something that I have always done when walking with Nature.
Andy
Standing on the precifice of natures glory and you've a delightful relationship with it's mother. Graet poem, my freind.
Thank you so much Kevin, most kind.
Andy
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