Buttered Fields
It was early when she was tickled awake
as light eased under the eaves
to trickle through a sigh of curtains,
to whisper across the bedroom floor,
to nudgingly nestle beside her…..and beam!
Outside the sun had buttered the fields,
mellowing, yellowing the crisp, morning dew.
The girl awoke wearing playful eyes and a zestful imagination
wishing for a form...
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