~
One spoon at a time they feed
the morning horizon
Soft offerings of color
picked ripe from the vine
~Cantaloupe dreams~
A small slice of moon
the dawn’s crescent smiles on me
with a Cheshire grin
cocked slightly to the side
~Plum pudding blankets~
Suspended above life, moving slowly
but coming of the day
as alarms break the solitude
nestled in down pillows
~Raspberry whispers~
Singing the scent
of the fresh sunrise dew
on wishes coated in sparkling splendor
and footprints beyond the gate
~Nectarine blessings~
Sweet on my lips
beneath an orchard arbor
I hold you close of my morning
and taste the bounty of your love
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
~
One spoon at a time they feed
the morning horizon
Soft offerings of color
picked ripe from the vine
~Cantaloupe dreams~
A small slice of moon
the dawn’s crescent smiles on me
with a Cheshire grin
cocked slightly to the side
~Plum pudding blankets~
Suspended above life, moving slowly
but coming of the day
as alarms break the solitude
nestled in down pillows
~Raspberry whispers~
Singing the scent
of the fresh sunrise dew
on wishes coated in sparkling splendor
and footprints beyond the gate
~Nectarine blessings~
Sweet on my lips
beneath an orchard arbor
I hold you close of my morning
and taste the bounty of your love
An old one
