Morning Garden Poem by Pamela A Lamppa

There are dew drops
on the morning rose.
Soft shadows caress
the petals of a new day.

Garden blossoms open
with the rising sun,
reaching for her warmth
and promise of a bright tomorrow.

Gracefully the rose bends,
reaching for her mate.
Open blooms emit the essence
of fragrant love.

Trickling brook reveals
radiant shimmer as the sun grows.
Magic is the morning garden
blooming with majestic aura.

Alive with brilliant color
grows the carefully planted patch.
Moving the soul to weep
as her beauty glows resplendence.

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Pamela A. Lamppa
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