Hurried
I ran this morning
At the end of night
Just before the sun appeared
And as I did the time passed
As though we were at a race
I kept my balance and kept
My sight and did not lose the pace.
CMM © 2022
Art work : © CMM 2022
I am a runner and I am not Poe, 😳 but I love this.
The clouds cover my run
As the birds sang me through
You must love the morning
And nature makes it about you .
CMM © 2022
Flower of Shakespearean Birthplace

Wisteria slowly blooms
against the aged fence.
The petals turn toward sun,
Purple shades and sweet scents.
The bard his memory take
among the flowers fair
while his immortality wakes
Shakespeare claims it years .
CMM © 2022


after a Sunday fun.
the golden sun rises

The shades are gone