Meadow Morn (with picture)
By 1stpoet
Meadow Morn The curled cottony clouds of morning slowly crawl across the sunless sky golden-red with silver borders the colors fill my eyes the dew dampens my skin as the cold grass pokes between my toes my feet look like little chia-pets Bird songs a chorus of screaming babies beg for their breakfast and my nostrils are filled with pine scent I stand in the meadow glade and feel cleansed by nature there, within the woods-edge a buck spies my presence and comes to give me welcome to this land that I share © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written December 25th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 12:43 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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