a Mississippi morning dawns
with a whisper of sounds
from the river road
a crowing rooster
and the warm colors
of the sunrise
from deep orange
to a whisper of pink
still showing
along the horizon
I stand in the old pasture
rolling terrain
reaching from atop the bluff
to the mighty river below
how I love this very spot
and the people who reside
on this rocky hill
and the glow
of the January sun
on my face
as I visit my grandfather
and parents
my cousins too
at Evergreen Heights
in southern Illinois
my heart home
Written on January 7, 2012, very much In The Moment, typed on my iphone and posted on Tumblr from the pasture as the sun came up in southern Illinois.
http://turquoisetangle.tumblr.com/post/15450450053/a-mississippi-morning-dawns-with-a-whisper-of
© 2012 Janean Baird, Turquoise Tangles
Turquoise Tangles 
"a Mississippi morning dawns with a whisper of sounds" beautiful. altogether nice poem and inspiration! must have been peaceful there.
Originally posted by studio41:
Thank you, Jill.
It was so peaceful.
It's a healing place.
A special place.
My Heart Home.
How I love it there.
Always.
~ Janean
Originally posted by greatZenaida:
Thank you, Zena. I admit, I rather love this one myself. It's such a special place and oh, so picturesque in every direction. I haven't been back since this day in early January. The Home Place is calling to me, in my soul. Hopefully I can make a trip soon, even if it's for the briefest of stopovers between the morning and afternoon trains. ~ Janean
Beautiful sky!:up: