Dew

Morning

Morning

 

 

 

 

 

Morning settles
silent, cool and damp
I stand in the middle of it all
solitary
one with the peace
for thirty seconds
I begin
to explore the silence
still at awe
keys jingling
stepping high, and straight up
without conscious thought
to keep my feet dry
it didn’t work
again
as it never has
and still
through the dew
feet cold and wet
I become one with the morning
and lose myself

 

Author: April Wells
Updated June 26, 2015

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