Tangerine

Written by: Sara Kendrick

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..