Let all that is beautiful in your life, like this one morning I was in the mountains, find a place in your heart.

Morning Song

White smoke drifts slowly
among the autumn pines,
while the sky, deep and blue
with dark winter's coming,
holds close the bitter cold
again against the earth.

And my heart harbors still
the beauty of that morning;
the sweet scent of wood-smoke
upon a frosty wind.

And my heart harbors still
the sounds of gray geese flying
in graceful symmetry
over the fields of men.

I watched them a long time
that morning long ago,
until they disappeared
into the waiting day

Even now I watch them
in memories concealed;
wishing I could follow
once again the paths I loved.
Yes, my heart harbors still
the beauty of that morning!

Next poem: From the Factory Window - I

Author: Jerry Dan Deutschendorf
from: Red Earth Whisperings
Part I: Nature and the Nature of Things