Misty Morning


I love the misty mornings, Lord
The days when I can’t see
Beyond the garden’s leafy edge
And things that bother me

I love a world so small and snug
A gentle cocoon shroud
Where all I touch is soft and safe
All muted sounds, not loud

A garden full of only good
Where I can welcome in
Just birds and bees and butterflies
To bless my land within

O gentle gauze, surround my days
So I can dance and dream
Of beauty, love and tender hours
Where things are as they seem

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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