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Beryl Pemberly Jul 2017
The sun is creeping through
Taking it's time
to light the wee morning hours.
Brighter it becomes
Blue skies shining too
Good Morning to you,
Says the world.

Darkness still looms
from the south,
The sun pierces
thru the eastern sky.
The light spreads
across the horizon.

I'm sick of coffee,
way too much
in the night.
The light warms
the castle dawn.
A buck & fawn
in the valley

Bright yellows blinding
strengthening
eyes squinting
golden rays filter
thru dark eye lids.
Dew on the window
dew on the grass
wet feet step
across the lawn.

Pixies blowing
in the wind,
fairies dance
in a ring,
Summer is
at the bend,
Leprechauns
tripping to greet
the day..
Beryl Pemberly Jul 2017
Shivering with cold,
waiting for the bus.
Wind is gently blowing,
but cooler yet.

He's coming
home by train
Bringing warm
breezes to ease
my sneezes,
to warm my heart.
To fill a void
I had from the start.

Dark clouds hang over,
the sun peaking through
the gray clouds,
Covered by a shroud
the man and his wife
come to life
Overcoming all strife.

Together they can
conquer all,
Climb the highest wall,
or the tallest tree.
Industrious as a bee,
the strength of seed
The seed of thought
before action,
Thinking things thru
like me and you!!

— The End —