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
Treasure-trove
Be kind; these ties
Fresh-loosed, soon bind
The heart with tugs
Soft-strewed behind
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!