Monday, April 1, 2019

These Ties, Fresh-Loosed...

PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

Plush hush; pink blush
Soft pastel gush
As morn bleeds from
The artist’s brush

Tick-tock; sky-clock
Knock-knock, adieu
As morn dissolves
In halls of blue

The birthplace of
Our live-laugh-love
Unfurls a worldwide

Be kind; these ties
Fresh-loosed, soon bind
The heart with tugs
Soft-strewed behind

© Janet Martin

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Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!