Morning Poem
I see heavy dew on my rose vine drip
As I hear from my coffee pot the last drip drop in my cup
I sit outside watching nature come alive
As my wild sleek black cat comes calling for her breakfast
The sound of tree leaves rustling in the wind tells me fall is setting in
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2013
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