Mystic Morning Visions
~
An orange sherbet whisper
now illuminates your eyes
In mystic morning visions
on these cold December skies
A blue bird sings a chorus
while it frolics in the trees
On shivered barren branches
in the chilly northern breeze
As dewdrops cast reflections
‘cross an emerald frosted lawn
Along a frozen pathway
leading off into the dawn
Where horizons shine your praises
in an effervescent style
And this new day awakens
to your perfect sunrise smile
~
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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