Another Gift
Morning taps my shoulder
Early, sun not in full grin.
Fog wedged between ridges
Shows no will to float or rise.
I stretch to reach the day
Just now its birthing begun
Filled with new promises,
Like a baby’s open smile.
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This is beautiful!
“I stretch to reach the day” jumped out
‘Early, sun not in full grin.’ Love all of these images! Lovely poem Bruce!
This is beautiful. Love the description of the fog!
Perfectly done.