The Morning Star

A fierce wind blows snow before me.
A flock of birds fight the cold.
I look up to the morning star.

The world spins around me.
I feel out of control and confused.
I have started to breathe too hard.

I see the beauty that is full of power.
The morning star began to fade.
I’ve been calmed by the shining sun.

Today contained many surprises.
When I think I know the plan,
I find that life is not so simple.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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