by Unknown
May 2012 307 Views 2 comments
MORNING CALL
Morning mist with it snap to the air so crisp. The lowly loon on pond calls, as the kangaroo mouse runs it all. Blackberry bushes leaves to drink, leaving wild strawberries to think. Trees standing tall waking squirrels in its halls. Hollow logs on ground start to creek, stirring those that are meek. Flowers bloom awaiting sun warm gaze, as birds sing in the new day.
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Posted: May 2012
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Ok so I'm not normal, but I do so love the mornings when everything starts to come alive.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (2)
I see it as normal :-)
Each new day ends how we begin it..hopefully with a smile
Thanks for sharing..