Morning Smiles

Dew on Lantanas
A pale sun pokes holes
In cheeky wooly clouds.
Dew hangs on blades of grass
And fat lantana blossoms
With an attitude.
Sparrows write a song on pearly wires
As larks plot mischief in happy tunes.

Smoke mingles with a lazy mist;
Spicy sweet scent of burning mimosa wood,
Still green and wet, leaves a shawl
To wrap me in the chilly morning light.
In a hazy suspension of motion
My world sparkles and smiles.

About emmylgant

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

  1. Ishaiya says:

    “Sparrows write a song on pearly wires”, I too have often looked at birds on wires and thought they looked like musical notes. I always wanted to take a pic and work out what the music was! šŸ™‚


  2. john zande says:

    Oh my, Em, this is an absolute beauty!


  3. I love your cheeky wooly clouds. Brilliant! Great photo too.


  4. crispy …vibrant


  5. Ton monde scintille et sourit parce que tu es la, UnElephant croit.
    For me for me formidable!


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