The rise of pink on this new morn
reminds me not to feel forlorn.
With lift of light deep shadows sink
and, as I draw away to think,
I ponder rise of love not here,
less certain how future will fare.
Yet sun rises with certain care;
I realize the more I stare
heavens, indeed, have plans for me.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013
















nightlake
/ February 5, 2013lovely image and a nice poem
Eric
/ February 5, 2013Thank you!
sharmishtha basu
/ February 4, 2013heavens have lots of love for us, to prove it it gives us beautiful days every day.
Eric
/ February 4, 2013rawencounterswithestella
/ January 31, 2013Love love love this, Eric!! Beautifully written!
Eric
/ January 31, 2013Thanks so much, Estella! Great to see you posting quality poetry. Keep it up, girl!
Eric