Good morning poetry

Good morning

By Dawn Illsley

Roaring wind lulls me to another place.

Quiet breathing in the margins of my mind.

Pressing thoughts, bossy and demanding,

yank me from my reprieve to reality.

There’s a call for spring outside the window.

An urgent call from a little bird whose hungry.

Then out comes the sun, like a little answered prayer.

The light creeps across the room,

Warming the spot on the floor,

Soon to be occupied

By a little furry beast,

Desperate for warmth.

On the windowsill,

The pink blooms are dried up,

Not the end,

But it seems hopeful for more.

Poetry day

Reckless Adventure by Dawn Illsley

The waves crash and retreat back to repeat.

I shouldn’t be surprised by my wet toes,

but the waves chase me up the beach.

Like a game of tag in the back yard.

I’ve wandered into a place not meant for me.

I feel like an intruder,

The sign says off limits.

But I still go,

cheating the under tow,

Reckless adventure.

Louisbourg Day 3

So many great things today. Working at processing artifacts.
So beautiful! I love puzzles!

Got some fresh air when we checked out a few things around The Fortress.

After Volunteering I headed to Kennington Cove a popular beach nearby.

A truly glorious day!