Morning Glory

Winter Sun and coffee

Winter Sun and coffee

After forever Winter Sun
Came for coffee
Warm caress on my skin
Birds sing all around.
Mimosa scent floats
On a random breeze.
My body hums.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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11 Responses to Morning Glory

  1. john zande says:

    “Morning Glory”… are you entirely sure about that title? 😉

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  2. Ta poesie est encore charmante. Comme toi-meme.

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  3. arjaybe says:

    Ack! I hate writing on the coily side. But, do I smell French Roast?

    rjb

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  4. I swear I can hear the vibration. This is lovely.

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  5. pjb1943 says:

    …and wherever did you find Winter sun????? Haven’t seen it for weeks now ! What a glorious moment you created, Em.
    Paul

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    • emmylgant says:

      Thanks Paul. I think Winter Sun took pity on me. I swear, I felt he was gone forever…
      Coffee and sunshine was pure unadulterated bliss after so much cold and darkness.

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