When the birds start singing

and the coffee is brewing

when the sun is just a hint in the sky

the garden shades from gray to green

bergamot lemon balm and rose scent the air

In slippers and gown

Wet to the ankles in the dew-wet grass

I soak in the blessings of early


About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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2 Responses to Early

  1. Mamabug says:

    What a way to start the day!

  2. Linda H. says:

    beautiful morning

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