Saturday Morning, A Poem by our Featured Author, Celia Blake
- twilightletters
- Jul 20, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 5, 2025
(Poem of the Week)
My story falls upon the page
like snow upon a hill
a morning filled with crystal thoughts
embodied with a quill
Breathe in the pure
breathe out the words
soft and steady form
A dog barks
geese call out
harmonizing our report
White starry haze above
like blankness on the page
falling wishes filling space
is how we can create
A new land is born
a new scene forms
on and on she writes
it starts to breathe on its own
like an instrument alive.
—Celia Blake
Saturday Morning is from Part I of Muse, a collection of poetry by Celia Blake
Hard copies of the complete collection can be purchased HERE.
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