Air scented with splashes of dew
Feathered serenades
float on silken wafts,
wander in through the open window.
Cooling my warmth
as sunrise licks the bushes and the bees.
I'm up early. Refreshed, knowing that
life is not all humidity and stain.
Feathered serenades
float on silken wafts,
wander in through the open window.
Cooling my warmth
as sunrise licks the bushes and the bees.
I'm up early. Refreshed, knowing that
life is not all humidity and stain.
1 comment:
I simply adore the last stanza. Almost reads like a Haiku. Nice!
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