A morning walk in early summer glory
damp, golden excitement in
glittering green fields.
A calliopsis of little wildflowers
unfold red poppies, blue cornflowers,
white forget-me-nots and yellow cowslip.
A perfect painter´s palette.
The sky is clear, an eggshell blue
like Veronica´s flowers.
Wakened finches chant their morning song;
My heart hears, picks up the rhythm
in an overture crescendo.
I am alive.
By Marjon van Bruggen
Marjon van Bruggen has written poetry since she was seventeen. She studied at Amsterdam University Andragogic and followed writing and poetry courses on-line with the IOWA State University, US. Her work has been published in I Am Not A Silent Poet, The NY Literary Magazine: Anthology August 2016 and December 2016, and Sometimes Anyway: Pride in Poetry Volume II.
Photo by dolgachov