Slivers of sunrise
kiss the silver bark
with molten gold
Leaves tremble -
like paper confetti
tossed high on the morning breeze
The warmth unfurls petals
of purest peach...
I inhale their musky presence
to wake the senses...
...starting my day...
with a sigh


Your first stanza paints a breathtaking picture. I loved this. Thank you so much for your entry. ~Pamela




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