This soft breeze caresses me
Like an old lovers embrace.
Holds me closely, gently
As if we were long lost friends.
I lift my head from the page
As the breeze lifts my face.
It's as if time would not erase
The gentle calling in this place.

07/09/2009

Author's Note: ... I love mornings... and am not a morning person.....

Posted on 07/09/2009
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