Kittens romp. Rooster crows. Hope for a new day is full on me.
Children begin to appear. Some grown. Some not. Together we drink the new beginning.
Sunflowers, like stairs, point to the sky. I am drawn upward and filled with joy.
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Saturday, August 25, 2012
Joy comes in the Morning
The morning cool envelops me. I sip slow and gaze long as the morning lengthens.
Kittens romp. Rooster crows. Hope for a new day is full on me.
Children begin to appear. Some grown. Some not. Together we drink the new beginning.
Sunflowers, like stairs, point to the sky. I am drawn upward and filled with joy.
Kittens romp. Rooster crows. Hope for a new day is full on me.
Children begin to appear. Some grown. Some not. Together we drink the new beginning.
Sunflowers, like stairs, point to the sky. I am drawn upward and filled with joy.
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Those were the flowers that caught my eyes first...beautiful along with your words...*ahhhhhh.
ReplyDeleteAren't they a joyful sight? I love how they grew with their faces to the morning sun. Your comments are such an encouragement. Grateful.
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