A Beckoning Call


The sky’s a sapphire awning

beckons a gleeful dawning

 Symphonic sounds of spring

beckons birds to sing

Which way does the river flow

beckons who wants to know

Is it a sea or an ocean

beckons a sensible notion

From sunrise to sunset

beckons the time of day

Awaiting seasonal progressions

beckons continuous sessions

  Marvels of life’s expressions

beckons we heed its lessons




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  7 comments for “A Beckoning Call

  1. 03/13/2017 at 5:23 pm

    amazing post, great line with the image…


  2. 03/14/2017 at 8:51 am

    I love how all nature beckons. Great post, Eugenia! 🙂


  3. 03/15/2017 at 10:19 am

    The couplets in this poem evoke great images of natural beauty and work well with the photo Eugenia.


    • 03/15/2017 at 4:49 pm

      Thank you for your kind comment. I appreciate your reading and taking notice of the image. I like to think my selected images compliment what I have written.

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