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. pjb1943 says:

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


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


  3. arjaybe says:

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



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


  5. john zande says:

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


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