My Mornings
My mornings...
are not an exiting crescent moon
glowing high overhead,
preparing to retire
below a distant tree line silhouette
~~
Scattered footprints
in the glistening dew
on a lush lawn
still dreaming of the day before
~~
Cantaloupe skies tickling
a sleepy horizon,
restless in vivid ribbons
on a wide eyed sapphire canvas
~~
Yawning morning glories
climbing a silent fencepost,
standing guard in the shadows
of a stately oak
~~
Butterflies floating
on dawn’s cool breeze
quietly touching each blossom
in mosaic laced flight patterns
~~
Or the enchanting coo
of a stirring mourning dove
spreading its wings amidst
woven branched tapestries
~~
My mornings are always you,
surrendered in first blush beauty,
breathing of every sunrise’s promise,
awakening all that my heart desires
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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