Tag: morning


Unfolded purple chrysalis, spotted are the lilacs with morning droplets. Accenting my garden, where the sun, birds, and moon hearken to a simpleton’s burden.

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Morning dove through the branches, slick were its clouded feathers; blemished with the distant sun. Perched, its song of broken proportions wakes me. Its eyes of burnt tidepools drag me in. Rolling over, I tell the messenger, “Just 5 more minutes Morning.”

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