This morning we didn’t see
The blue ocean of mist
Or the pale gold sun
As it softly kissed
And rolled its shroud
Out over the bay
In a silver cloud
O’er foam and fray
We didn’t see the gull
Wafted on a breeze
Or the push and pull
Of the tide on the seas…..
But through the window
Perhaps we heard
A subtle whisper
As softening realms stirred
With a dewy sigh
On soundless wings
From a waking sky
Whilst daylight brings
Its urgent request
To rise; for tis certain
That day is upon us…..
We smile...and draw the curtain
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Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!