Shared mornings

Good morning

My mornings become…

 

a golden meadow

basking neath a rising sun,

amidst butterflies and

dandelion seeds

floating silently upon a

wafting breeze whispering

through a mountain valley

tucked away among

rose gardens and

gingerbread wishing wells,

gleaming in bent knee proposals

and sunflower smiles reflecting

sapphire sky promises,

bathed in every beauty

the eye could ever behold…

 

when you share them with me

Reviews

[Neville]

aint it just grand when days start like this with someone special of course and a big bowl of porridge :)

[willweb]

Hmmm, porridge...sure, why not? : ) Thanks so much Neville

[John the Baptist]

I notice you placed a qualifier at the end. Good. Nobody wakes up feeling that way; nay, not until at least the second cup of coffee.

[willweb]

Which is what I am enjoying right now. : ) Thanks again my friend.

[Lorry]

This was very probably a day not unlike the day Bill Withers had in mind when he sang that lovely day" tune that became quite popular.
It sounds like a day not unlike today, where the big hot yellow sky b
all of fire has come out to play with us and smiles are of the aplenty variety
A lovely day indeed.

[willweb]

It is nice when one of those days comes to find you. Thanks my friend.

[DIVYA]

This poem was superb to read as it felt like seeing a picture within a beautiful picture. I could picture the golden meadow, the rising sun and the flowers in someone's smile. The words flow and one feels the true joy of the poet who is grateful for every waking moment with his beloved. Kudos Willweb! Awesome write!

[willweb]

Thank you my friend. Hoping all of your mornings are beautiful too.

[DIVYA]

I wake up to myself and with myself. To me it's beautiful, no regrets. I enjoyed this poem very much. You are most welcome.