The Only Beauty
The only beauty
This early winter morning
with a chill upon the air
A mourning dove is singing
melodies for us to share
Frost collects the valley
glistening on fields of green
Bringing us a vision
of a wonderland pristine
And as the sun is rising
on the distant dawning skies
The only beauty that I see
is found within your eyes
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2018
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