Welcome to Doc's Poetry

Confessions of a Night Owl
          [by Dr.Who3]

I sit on the picnic table and watch as the sun
comes up over the lake and the starlight
mightiest to earth twinkles off the water 
like a thousand sparkling jewels,
resonating off the green of new and old growing life
as it opens to me the wondrous magic inherent 
in each day of life.

And as I watch, spellbound, 
my clenched hand relaxes slowly,
ever so slowly, 
until at last the stone of anger falls un noticed
with a soft plop into the sands of time.