Morning PeopleA Poem by Don ShawPeople who rise early in the morning see things a bit differently .
Morning People
Morning people sit on the porch, sipping coffee, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. The peaking sun brings upon the day, soft shades of pink that fade into endless colors of violets and blues. Morning people gaze upon the fog skirted trees as dancers upon a stage ready for the performance of the day. Morning people hear the sounds of dove in distant trees echo, and move across the city as a crowd would do the wave at a baseball game. Bluejays , Finches,and mockingbirds complete the musical unfolding around me. Morning people see ten week old kittens at play, chasing bugs in the yard,then begin to meow for mother, breakfast time i am sure. Morning people feel the presence of the Great Creator, and all his love , power , and guidance . Morning people watch other people sleep, and in my wife i see the peace, the love, the sweetness i adore. As she talks in her sleep i play along, oh the stories i could tell. I love being a Morning Person. © 2012 Don ShawReviews
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StatsAuthorDon ShawSan Angelo, TXAboutI love the art of expression, be it of paint or pen, or a spoken word. more..Writing
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