Early Morning Blues And Greens

By diane hilderbrand and jack keller



A distant night bird mocks the sun.

I wake as i have always done,

To freshly scented sycamore

And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.



My steaming coffee warms ny face

I'm diappointed in the taste.

But there's a peace the early brings

The morning world of growing things.



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I feel the moments hurry on

It was today, it's died away,

And now it is forever gone.



And i will drink my coffee slow

And i will watch my shadow grow

And disappear in firelight

And sleep alone again tonight.


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