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.
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“Morning Glory”… are you entirely sure about that title? 😉
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Yes I am . It was Glorious. A joy to behold. Seeing and feeling the sun again was practically a Teresa of Avila experience (Bernini’s rendition). So yes Morning Glory. Although the flowers are renonculas. Did that answer your question? 😉
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It answered one question…. but there’s always more 😉
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Ta poesie est encore charmante. Comme toi-meme.
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Merci cher Elephant. Tu me flattes.
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Ack! I hate writing on the coily side. But, do I smell French Roast?
rjb
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Close enough!
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I swear I can hear the vibration. This is lovely.
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Smiles.
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…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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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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