Monday, 1 September 2014


The air moist
A promise of autumn lingering
In morning breeze


Birds chirping loud
Argueing pushing shoving and pecking
to take a bath


Sunbeams make the dewdrops glisten
In the early morning light everything shines
Like diamonds on the grass


Branches wave in the storm
If we could be like that tree
And bend more without braking

© KH

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