Morning Poems
cowboatThe morning sun breaks
upon the grass and the dew
sparkles like crystal.
As the day opens,
the sitting bluebird watches
me with my coffee.
The solar panels
waken and the AC kicks
on. The day is here.
The morning sun breaks
upon the grass and the dew
sparkles like crystal.
As the day opens,
the sitting bluebird watches
me with my coffee.
The solar panels
waken and the AC kicks
on. The day is here.