Creative Traditional:

[mountainpepper]

Streaks of pink 'cross morning skies.
Land shaded lemon; last star dies…
Lightening blue spreads far and wide,
A half red sun. New dawn’s arrived.

This living desert yawns and wakes.
A foreign sparrow flits and takes
What morsel that darkness denied
To night feeders. Dawns arrived.

The sun begins its golden rise.
Shadows show before my eyes.
Range of mountains now in view
Look purple hazed and crumpled too.

A gentle breeze blows cool and soft.
A drifting hawk soars past aloft.
A static call echo's the morning.
Somewhere close, the first days warning.

There's golden bloom on mulga's face,
Saltbush combines in shadow space,
A rabbit warren mounds the sand!
Three's company seems hand in hand.

The rugged hillside carved away,
Gorged and furrowed brown and gray.
Eroded sand, displays the shale,
Where layered seams, look to impale.

Tufted grasses, dry and withered,
Amongst that broken shale that slivered.
Stand out quartz already bright,
The rising sun makes glistening white.

A different swallow, black and white,
Blue backed wrens, dart out of sight.
Sunning now on walking tracks,
Lay together, shingle backs.

Oh the peace! Oh the quiet!
Struggling wattle. Steep mountainside.
On closer look along the face,
Three kangaroos, take a two-step pace.

Stillness lingers, there's an unknown call,
What bird is that? I love them all!
For I know here, the world stands free,
In the living desert, sunrise, with me.

[zaac]

this is good stuff. i like your imagery and the unspoken spirit calm and things being how they should be.

zaac

[mountainpepper]

Thank you zaac...I appreciate you reading this poem. It is written after spending sunrise in the outback of Australia.

Lindsay

[LynnEllen]

This is a wonderful poem.
It sparks the imagination with color and description and pricks the heart for an emotional response. You gave me the picture in vivid, living detail, and made me wish I were there not only to witness with my eyes, but to feel the sun rising and hear the breeze in the grass and the birds singing.

Thank you for sharing

[BekiLynn]

beautiful imagery here...some of my favorites were:


Tufted grasses, dry and withered,
Amongst that broken shale that slivered.
Stand out quartz already bright,
The rising sun makes glistening white.

[Terence]

Very vivid imagery spoken with a voice that mirrors the tranquility of the scenery. I would say you are very fortunate to have such inspiration.

Terence