My morning

Mystical sway of sunbeams through my curtains wake me from the frail
Of my slumber. Morning is up and about, giving me a nudge as I saunter
into the gentle blaze of a new sun.I sink my feet into the coolness
of dawn dewed grass.

birds vow me with their
wake-up song;
beaks dipping luscious
nectar.

I deepen my view to blosssoms basking in aquamarine, their enveloping
fragrance- fluid, organic. A flutter of wings explode into the 
crispiness of a minty air.

Iridescent trees
light up the morning breze:
gossamer wings shine

Summer skyline weaves similes and metaphors of dancing Anemone
Nemorosas. Clouds quilt a song for a lucent sun.Fuscias and 
Flamingos, rosewood and lemonade colors dazzle.

aurum rays pour...
my pages catch their
marmalade splendor.





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