June Morning
In early morning solitude,
I sit and wait for the first bird song.
The air is heavy with new light.
Sun and I greet each other.
Alone in Early Morning
Sky the color of milk
Shows through misty tree branches
Flaming red lilies stand in solitary splendor
Lilac scents swell, adrift on the morning breeze
Silently, I walk across the grass
Admiring the orange sun hovering on the horizon
My feet get soaked in dew
The feeling of anticipation
Lingers in the morning air.
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