Yawning in the morning sun,
rising up to taste the warm air
I stretch my leafy arms
into the light spring breeze
to see the growing day.
Author notes
This is what I saw, and this is what I feel.
A contest entry
- #71 at Winklings for members and Friends from Allpoetry. by Lyndon.
3000 points, ended June 7, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think? How can I improve? What was your least favorite part? Your favorite?
Comments
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Good, except your bright verse ignores the budding, flowering head.

Lyndon of the Winklings.

