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This is a poem of the scene I saw in my yard early last Sunday morning. It was serene and perfect and a representation of my favorite part of the outdoors. Enjoy!


April 8, 2019

The sun kissed the dew
on the soft morning grass
I savored the flavor
inhaling ever so slightly 
and letting the scent tickle my nose

The dew was golden and thick
like honey or marmalade
and with each step
it carefully caressed the crevices
of my bare feet.

A bird perched on a birch tree 
above the dew-coated grass
and twittered softly
as the sun kissed the dew
on the soft morning grass

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1 Comment
  • Juliana

    Ooh, I like this. It makes me wish I was experiencing it. Here's an idea, maybe play with the punctuation (not sure if that's the right word). In poetry, commas, periods, semicolons etc. are placed very carefully and purposefully. I don't know if you chose not to have any on purpose, but you could try playing with that.

    over 1 year ago