Mornings Yawn



To wake up each morning
Allowed to enjoy such beauty
I’m humbled to share it
For others to see.

All over this spinning orb
We’re given views to enjoy
Do we just take it for granted
Or is each day an “Oh Boy!!”.

Seasons come and seasons go
All decide what they enjoy most
So for this moment in the day
Of my morning sunrise I’ll boast.

And Happy Birthday Belinda.


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Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to Mornings Yawn

  1. nice poem.
    if i may: tons of birthday wishes belinda. such a precious gift in words you got. šŸ™‚

  2. My day is never a day without my morning sunrise. It provides me with a few moments of peace.

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