Morning sun’s marching into our world
Creating points of ruby and blue
Each one glistening in urgent haste
Because time is short for last night’s dew
Morning sun’s marching into our world
Creating points of ruby and blue
Each one glistening in urgent haste
Because time is short for last night’s dew
The poem is reflecting the author’s morning haste. Unusual and creative take on the dawn of a new day!
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Thanks Peter, Wife and I take our morning coffee on the porch, weather permitting. It isn’t often we catch these moments even when we watch for them.
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