Morning Dew (1)

Oh how I love the early morning,

So sincere, so silent that you can hear a pin dropping,

And amidst that silence, I enjoy my morning brew,

With the world unmoving while nature drinks its morning dew.

- Stu. T.H. (November 21, 2023)

Author's Note

That'd be what I'd drink, yes, what I would drink. On certain mornings when clouds have yet to rise to take over the sky, leaving the sky a whole light blue, with the sun a mirage of my mistress.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You paint a beautiful morning scene with your words. My favourite part of the day. The quiet of dawn breaking.

Chris

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for stopping by, fellow morning-enjoyer.

[Chris Shaw]

My pleasure.

[Julian]

Given the ease with which even your comments bloom with poetry, I think it might be impossible for you to think about any subject for more than a few minutes, without having an unbidden poem rise in your mind. Well done.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for paying mind to my work and character as a whole, author Julian. It's flattering to hear praises every once in a while that is directed at me directly rather than my works, and I'll try to grow more mindful too while honing my pen.

[Julian]

:o) Merci!