I walk out early in the morning,
to go grab the mail.
I feel the cool chilly air
brush against my cheek.
I look around and
the birds have not yet awakened.
The grass has that glistening look about it
and the earth for a while seems still.
A contest entry
- Open The Door by nichtmich.
2625 points, ended October 14, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is really great.
I love the simplicity of it.
It makes me feel calm.
Great write.
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Oh yes, this is beautiful. That silent time of day when everything is fresh and the possibilites are are only limited by imagination. Appreciate your entry.
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