My Morning Begins Here
My morning begins here
Early morning wanderings
down a dew drenched pathway,
between windswept irises
and pine cone scatterings
Listening to dawn's whispers,
sweet words of love
wafting through sleeping honeysuckle,
speaking softly to my heart
I pause in the wondrous serenity
of a watercolor sunrise at the gate
at the end of your walk, smiling for I know
my perfect morning begins here...with you
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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