Soft rain of star noise
Patters on dawn
Tin roof
He listens
Half awake
Mind
Slowly redefining
Grasping
This reality
From the mist
Of dreams
Of spear point
Thrusts
Of dragons slain
Of noble quests
And virtue
Never owned
Old Jules

Ethereal!!! I love this….
Anonymous: Gracias, Jules
Jules, I appreciate your heart and head. Here’s one from me.
Kite Skies
In the march of me
Under kite skies
I was
Wind blown
Cloud filled
Head gone
Heart filled
Youth torn
I was
Under kite skies
In the spring of me
Thanks Cletis, and thanks for sharing the poem this morning. Jules
Wonderful poem. Tin roofs and “virtue never owned.”
Thanks Teresa Evangeline. Sometimes I can’t resist putting up a poem or two. Gracias, Jules
Thanks for that Jules, your vision may be cloudy from time to time, but your mind, as always, is crystal clear. Today was a great day for walking the wooded trail around our lake.
Morning Fred. Great way to spend a morning. Gracias, Jules
I enjoyed that a lot. Those early-morning reflections, they can make or break your morning.
Hi Goat. I’d hate to be a participant in the ruining of a morning for anyone. I’m obliged you came by. Jules
Good stuff!
Thankee 2gadabout. Jules
I like the text and the picture.
Gracias Pit. The pic is of one of the formations at City of Rocks southeast of Silver City, New Mexico. Gracias, Jules