Morning found us stirring in the den
Whispering in parting shadows as dreams fade
Bushy-tailed,
In warm embrace
That welcomes kissing the new day.
Sniff the air and open wide those eyes,
Taste the atmosphere that's rare and bright.
Then smile and touch-
There is no rush,
We fill the cup
With lucid flakes of golden light.
Beautiful!!! Magical! The image is spectacular!
I'm happy you enjoyed it. Thank you!
🤗 Good Night!!!
Your poem has captured a beautiful awakening. I particularly liked your last line, “lucid flakes of golden light” is especially evocative, painting a picture of sunlight’s delicate, shimmering touch.
Thank you! It's a fun challenge trying to convey imagery and emotion with words.
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