I wanted to share the view I saw this morning, but I didn't have a camera. So I wrote a poem.
Can you see it?
The sun
rising
on a new
morning.
The chilly air
warming.
Two layers of fog
floating
like fairy floss
over a fertile field.
Tilled, brown earth
expectantly
waiting
for each seed,
a promise
of a new
beginning.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMy heart overflows . . . in poems. Poetry is painting with words as the colors. Awesome cover by @DazzlingGray.
