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The fields seem to roll now with a green waver along the landscape. Although the forecast called for rain and low temperatures, it seems to have subsided.
#Peachy Laying in my bed, Soft pillow for my head, White crisp sheets of cotton, previous days worries forgotten, The morning sunshine glimpsing through, Have no plans it's Sunday there's nothing I...
#nightsucksmorningrules. Have you ever stopped and listened. To what sounds the dawn brings. To the chorus of songbirds. And the songs that they sing. Have you ever taken a walk.
Watching the sunrise every morn. Sometimes it's when a child is born. A time to reflect on beautiful dreams. Looking at the radiant beams. Shining through the clouds so bright.
You know when you wake up, and you have that moment where for just a second, everything's perfect. There's no lingering questions on you're mind or deep regrets.
Sitting within my walls of glass. Hot cup of tea in hand. I wait for the sun to rise. Over this green and pleasant land. Each morning this week. I have welcomed the low winter sun.
As the sun peeps over the horizon Night has gone to rest I wonder whether the sun shall shine.
The suns bright rays shine through my window, and somewhere from the clear blue sky, Autumns cool breeze blows......
As the baton of night is handed to day. I got up to watch it awaken. As dawn kissed the horizon it rose. Bringing the light, night is taken. With a warm hand it touches all.
As I lie upon my bed. All snuggled up and cosy. I hear the birds softly singing. And see the beautiful day. My tea it tastes delightful. And my book it is quite frightful. But I'm safe in my haven.
As the early morning fog rolls in. Covering the mountains. Blanketing their sin. The cold mountain air. Takes your breath without a care. As you stand, stop and stare. Wrapped up warm.
Coolness and the stillness. Blessed relief for now. Will soon be replaced. By the sweat upon my brow. I take a little time. Before I have to start. And wonder why I didn't say.
The cold wind that blows my face, the chilly air that I embrace, the wet grass that chills my toes, the sweet scent that fills my nose, the happiness my friends share, the way there always there to...
Poem I was awakened by the morning breeze, Right as it was blowing on to me, Making me shiver in my bed. I walked to the open door of the balcony, Feeling more tired than ever.
I write this from my bed. Every morning, when I'm still lying in my bed in that glorious half-awake state, I like to watch the light. The beam of light that spills through the crack in my curtains.
I'm lay in bed... To my right I hear the breath of my love. To my left the tick tock of my little clock. Further left again there is a Blackbird signing in the morning and a dove cooing to its mate.