When Morning Comes
Chill in the morning
As the sun glimmer softly
After a mountain
Cool breeze whispers hushed
Aroma sizzles from cup
Of roasted fine beans
Dew trickles from top
Dousing planks spewing earth scent
Thumping, thumping feet
Birds seamed melody
Waking colors of nature
Thought, silence whispered
Copyright © Jonathan Medida | Year Posted 2013
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