Morning
Morning in all it's glory,
seeping through my windowpane
Dawn's break of the day,
washed clean and fresh, again
Birds are waking slowly,
singing to the dawn
Dew has left a thousand
tiny prisms dancing
across the lawn
I can smell the coffee
brewing in the pot
Another day of glorious
wonder will not be forgot
Rising from my bed,
to drink a cup of brew
I walk my little stone path
as my feet are bathed in dew
Lynn West
2009
About Me
- MoonAngel
- I love writing poetry and certainly hope that you will enjoy my words. Whether they inspire, motivate or touch your heart, I hope that you can relate to these writings and find your own poetry within. I enjoy life and making people feel good about themselves. I practice Yoga, Reiki and believe light work and positive reinforcement is the best thing you can do for others. I have much to learn in life and believe that if we aren't learning, we aren't growing, and in fact, we aren't living... Contact me at moonangel0404@gmail.com if you'd like to know more or have questions.
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