Several days ago, I saw a scene on TV. It was there, then it was gone, but it remained burned into my memory, and I jotted down a few notes. I wrote a poem about it this morning. I hope you enjoy it.



Not knowing how I arrived here Babbling brook

I stand beside a gurgling stream

Gazing to the west


The distant hills are dark

The sun not yet high enough

To light them


The taller mountains

Behind the purple hills

Are bathed in sunlight


The morning air is cool

Yet I feel the warm sunshine

On my back, through my shirt


A sensory mirage

As I stand in pre-dawn shade

Basking in the wonder of it all


My senses are alive

The world is alive

I am loved


Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn




  1. Sherry Mashburn said

    I love this!! Not only can I see the scene, I can feel the sun on my back, too.

  2. It’s wonderful to walk and enjoy the sunrise and the morning…

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