Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Morning Comes


MORNING COMES
by Lin Floyd

A time of new beginnings
as rose colored clouds dot the sky
welcoming morning possibilities,
starting over with new dreams.

You and I greet the future together
each intwined in separate paths.
Our steps cross, then pass parallel at times,
diverge as differences determine our way

Parallel yet distinct, individuals joined
for this earthly journey and beyond.
Future eons beckon, the unknown waiting
to be experienced as we greet each day.

2 comments:

Linda Kay said...

Very lovely poem, Lin.

Rambling Woods said...

Beautiful poem and photo Lin...