Saturday, April 9, 2011

A Spring Morning

the fogginess
of sleep
lingers
as i walk
through the quiet house
the only sound 
is that of my slippers 
with each sluggish step

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i open the back door
my eyes and ears 
 fill with delight

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the sun still lurks behind the trees
her multitude of arms stretching forward
casting warmth to everything they touch

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the mature viburnum aflame in pure white diamonds
a young dogwood beside it
 can't match its beauty yet
but tries its hardest

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a towhee sits close by 
overlooking a nearby birdbath 
contemplating a dip
as others in the distance
chirp their tunes to each other

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nature coming to greet the new day
offering me its simple gift

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a spring morning

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submitted to the iStudio
for the theme "Everyday Gifts"