My Morning Mood

Morning dew touches the air

smells of ocean waters in a 

city built wit bricks. Smells

like seaweed all round me.

My mood is dampen wit 

chills. Cause the scene is

wet. I feel eerie in my 

work.  The hotflashes

poke at my skin. Im

wet again.

An opening window blows

the dew upon my head.

I brace myself to senses

when mentally my mind

go into shambles. 

Is this what half a hundred

fells like?

But I'm young. I must 

endure in my time.

I still hear the birds sing,

crickets buzzing and

everyday hustles &

bustles.

Reviews

[Mirror]

Hot flashes. Am sorry dear friend. Why do women have to go through all the rigors? Menses, pregnancy, hot flashes, and menopause.
Anyway, our experiences gives us great potential to write. Nice write.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Yes it crazy, but durable I am thanks for the nice review.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I'm experiencing hot flashes like crazy.

[Gee]

The older we get the more appreciative we become of the little things in life. 50 is the new 12, well in my head it is. Good morning

[ROXANE DORSEY]

agree n thanks for review

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am much older than half a hundred and yet still feel the dew in the mornings...the cool brisk autumn air...and hear those crickets loud and clear.

j.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

N THAT i'M GRATEFUL. THANKS FOR THE KIND REVIEW.

[Lydia Shutter]

You touch on all the senses in this write. I felt as if I was right there. A peaceful moment communing with nature can be so empowering. Great imagery. Lydi**

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks for the wonderful review.