Tangerine
The damp foggy mist is heavy
coating the pines and creek.
The rising sun shades it deep pink.
Black sheep float over seek
a peek of the country's peaceful scene.
Quiet siloam time short.
Soon the owl will be asleep.
The rooster stops his exhorts..
As I peel the tangerine
and the scent permeates
the cold damp morning air; life gives
So many golden states
to be enjoyed, deep the delight
exciting time in life.
Thank you God for another day
And for hearing the wildlife..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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