Poems by Sylvia Stults

In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take

The sky is hued with colors
Subtle hints of pinks and blues
As if waking from a slumber
Not quite ready for full view

There's a peaceful sense of serenity
That enters your very soul
It clears your mind, just in time
Fore the day then takes its toll

But like the leaves that ride the breeze
And the colors of first light
Treat each and every morning as is
Live the moment, be mindful, then take flight