Updated: Nov 14
The morning rose with sunbeams
Whilst the clouds rushed to work.
The hues of green from the trees busied my eyes
As I sat drinking coffee.
Breakfast had called earlier,
Without much reply.
Empty tables served plates of loneliness
And I waited.
Murmurs grumbled and echoed
The sounds of yesterday.
Trees tones diminished as the clouds stilled
And my eyes now idled.
Yesterday's tomorrow rises clear and fresh
A fullness of colour accompanied the day.
Excitement pulsed and beckoned
With heart felt beating
Flowers beckoned with blossom and fragrance
Eyes excited and open
Matching hearts and souls
Giving meaning, living and being.