A new morning 01 Saturday Oct 2016 Posted by Lula Harp in just a thought ≈ 2 Comments Tagsautumn, morning, poem, saturday morning A cool morning Dew on the grass Steam rises from my cup Slowly I become aware Birds chirping Squirrels chattering The sun is rising No clouds in sight Watching the day become From my perch above Share the love:EmailFacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
What a perfect perch, a great place to watch the goings-on of squirrel and bird 🙂
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I like to think of it as my grown up version of tree fort
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