Morning Delight


The rosemary is in bloom.
Achingly delicate tiny blossoms,
The color of heated sky and summertime,
Promise forthcoming delights
In the spicy scent of their fleshy leaves.

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

  1. makagutu says:

    Must be a lovely morning I guess


  2. Ah, c’est mieux aujourd’hui, cherie.
    Une poesie delectable.


  3. john zande says:

    My rosemary came to flower a few days ago…. lovely!


  4. pjb1943 says:

    I used to know a girl named Rosemary and……….. Oh, you were talking about a different kind of Rosemary !!! Pretty poem, Em.


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