Morning's Fresh Breath
Early bright lithe and lively morning fresh breath,
Swish through and with a courtly, pirouette.
Breezing trees hear the whispers of their own leaves.
The rain's philter makes the earth surface dance.
Near the river's edge ducklings splash in play;
Swirls break the echo moving surface song.
The day rolls up exhausted, nightfall slowly creeps
And nuzzles into the horizon once again.
3/27/2022
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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