In the early morning
I can see through the trees
A double vision
Of flawless perfection.
The dew on the grass
Becomes a vapor
Which then
Becomes a mist
Filling the air
With an unearthly
Mysterious beauty
Giving my imagination wings.
I feel as though I am
Looking upon
A portal
To another world
The smooth surface
Of the pond
Reflects another place
Of such excellent serenity
I long to step
Out of the turmoil
Of this world
And become one
With the peaceful calm
That appears to me
From the other side
Of this reflection.
In my mind I can see what you have written. Favorite sequence of words is, "giving my imagination wings." Only thing I would have done is not used the word "unearthly," because the poem is so very "down to earth." Just beautiful...had to read it again! LOL! Kimmy
A lovely and wish like piece. The way you described this was excellent and your style is very effective and very good. Keep looking, you may find this place for real some day.
Submission Name: Reflections
