... addiction ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... kiss ..., ... L.F. ..., ... life ..., ... lips ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... Spring ..., ... the South ..., ... the sun ..., ... time ...

spring morn’ surprise

in the holy still
of dawn,
besieged on
all sides
by the misty
girth of
morning –

she is waiting
for me
across the field
of my good
intentions.

waiting to
appear in the
propitious rays
of golden
morn. no longer
a wraith of
finely muddled
dreams, but
flesh and sun
and sweet
Spring breezes,
reborn into
daybreak, she
glows of
dew laden
honeysuckle
blooms, pregnant
with nectar.

pinched and
pulled my
open mouth
brings home
her essence.

candy raindrops
set aside, just
for me.

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3 thoughts on “spring morn’ surprise

  1. I love how this begins with a soft, ephemeral feel, and then grows into something of hot substance,…. very much in line with dawn turned to day,… wonderfully done

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