Shared Mornings
Shared Mornings
My mornings become…
a golden meadow
basking neath a rising sun,
amidst butterflies and
dandelion seeds
floating silently upon a
wafting breeze whispering
through a mountain valley
tucked away among
rose gardens and
gingerbread wishing wells,
gleaming in bent knee proposals
and sunflower smiles reflecting
sapphire sky promises,
bathed in every beauty
the eye could ever behold…
when you share them with me
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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