Softly snoring comes floating
up the stairs to
the white-walled room where
thoughts fly unbounded
over pastures fertile
through parades of possibilities
dancing outside the lines
Boundaries blur and fade away
like footsteps in the sand
Until the silence is broken
Thanks to Iquanyin Moon and One Stop Poetry for the visual prompt that inspired this poem.
6 thoughts on “Morning Ritual”
zouxzoux, what a lovely soft feeling this has.
ah you painta peaceful moment…love those first moments of the morning…
I covet such a tranquil and pastoral night!
I loved this. 🙂
I love this moment of the morning that you’ve captured, when the day has just begun and all our dreams seem a possibility.
This was a caress to the senses…beautiful 🙂