Morning Sky
The dew covered green grass
Tickles my sides and soaks my back
I can see each drop on my hair magnified
Listening to the early morning song
When the sun is just breaking the horizon
And the stars and moon are still in the sky
Mixing the sky like a tie-dyed t-shirt
Midnight blues, frightening blacks and purples
Fiery oranges, soft pinks, and happy yellows
Each talking half of the sky
Fingers reaching and just barely touching at the center
A light breeze blows frightening away my morning song
I watch the little blue bird's erratic flight
Hear the final of the night crickets chirps
And feel the sun warm on my face
Seeming to melt away the stars and moon
Brightening the sky to a baby blue
Opening the day as if it were a book
Waiting for me to write in the chapters of life
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Jen H. | Year Posted 2009
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