Awakening
Roused by the sweet sounds of birds that sing of a new day,
A warm breeze speaks softly, gathering one into the arms of hope.
As the soft, golden hands of sun reach out, touching fire to the soul.
High above the passing clouds are dreams awakening in a blue sky.
Sandra Stefanowich is from Ontario.
Lovely poem Sandra.....nicely written indeed!!
ReplyDeleteThis brings out a smile as I'm remembering spring, Sandra! This is full of hope for a new day! Happy New Year!! xAlways, Annalise
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely write Sandra along with a great visual. A real delight to read you today...
ReplyDeleteRhoda Galgiani
Dear Sandra,
ReplyDeleteIsn't it wonderful to wake up on days like the one you describe? I know that now you see a lot more sun and "warmth" here in Florida than you did in Canada. Excellent write from an excellent writer! Love, Carolyn Devonshire
Nice poem, Sandra. I'm definitely into it. "A warm breeze speaks softly, gathering one into the arms of hope." I love this line. A warm breeze can speak volumes, but it often does so softly. Thanks for sharing.
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Sandra, thank you for a lovely poem. I am particularly fond of poems ringing hope in them and yours does. I so enjoyed the read and could even feel the words as I read them. Happy Happy New Year to a talented writer.
ReplyDeleteLove, Charlene
Dear Sandra,
ReplyDeleteThank you for all the lovely comments you left for other writers today. Your support means a lot to me. It's so good to have you a part of Whispers.
Blessings,
Karen
Thank you, Jack Horne, for the following comment--
ReplyDeletelove this beautiful uplifting write
Sandra, I love the imagery that comes alive in my mind when I read your beautiful poem. Blessings always, Leokadia
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. This small poem speaks volumes. Inspiring and hopeful.
ReplyDeleteGood writing.
Shirley Smothers
Hey Sandra, such a day would be most welcome in my town right now. Your poem brings a smile and vision of a wonderful Spring day. Robert
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