Sunday, April 01, 2012

Morning Visit

Morning Visit

Terri Ann is a whisper,
stirring the leaves of the tree outside my window

Deftly allowing a few pinpricks of sunrise
to trickle through the emerald veneer onto my face

Lifting the rewarding scent
of freshly formed blossoms
onto my window sill

Gently guiding my senses into action,
her smile warms and comforts me

Reminding me that I am alive,
and therefore,
I must awaken

And fulfill my end of the arrangement.

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