As seems to be my norm, I wrote the sunrise poem on the way to work this morning. Was not very careful about driving a writing this time. Need to get my new handheld recorder in line so I can talk my poems while I drive.
The second is in praise and enjoyment of my friends little 4 yr old whom I had the pleasure of spending the day with that last weekend. These few words do not do justice to his sweet little spirit. I hope you enjoy them.
Autumn Sunrise
October 11, 2010
By Kimberly L. McClune
Wind stroked clouds,
Shaped and pulled
Curved and smooth.
Contrast dark and light
Gently floating
Moving one into the other.
Stretching to hide the golden orb,
Reaching across the tender blue of morning.
4 Years Old
October 10, 2010
By Kimberly L. McClune
Impetuous blue eyes
Infectious boyish giggle
Frenetic motion.
Constant, new curiosity
Circling, smiling, giggling.
Playful mischief.
Blonde Joy.
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