It is one of those mornings that begs to be broken in with more than a complacent glance...
Over yonder
Barely breathing
Curved against
Earth’s beaming skin
Is a new-born
Burst of morning
Waiting to be
Broken in
Let's be kind,
Oh, let's be gentle
Soon the newness
Of its birth
Will be nothing
But an echo
Wafting soft
Over the earth
How lovely and a soft way to start the morning, reading your words.
ReplyDeleteThank-you...wishing you a good one!
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