Early March Morning

Early morning in my small town:

Tyres whizzing over pavement

In varied tune of size and speed;

Tits about in bare trees with

Constant chat through twisting twigs.

People and birds are on the move.

 

But I am still in bed.

Yellow daffodils light the sill,

Their glow of gold as bold as sun.

The flowers and I just 'are'.

How grateful I am for their bright beauty

As I open my eyes today.

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas, March, 2020

 

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Comments

Frances Macaulay Forde

Sat 7th Mar 2020 02:22

Your words pleased me too, Cynthia. Thank you. 😃

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 6th Mar 2020 11:30

A wisp of whimsey that pleases me. And might relate to someone else.

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