“in the cool breeze of an early dawn” a poem on a morning stroll.

in the cool breeze of an early dawn
the trees shiver awake
stretch
and breathe deep
of the clean fresh air
as a gentle sun
of palest honey
above the nascent daybreak hovers
like a mother hen
over her chicks a brooding
protective
ever watchful
and a billow of clouds
bathed in liquid gold
with joy
the morn does greet
in soft puffs tenderly whispering
the new day slowly to awaken

d.a.simpson

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