A Dew Fresh Morning - Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom
Dew droplets still hang from the blossoming rosebushes,
blush with colour,
while the birds sing in there cheerfulness songs
and the wind is playful as it picks up leaves
to scatter them butterfly-like everywhere,
cursorily a turtle-dove land
to feed on the thrown out bread-crumbs,
calmness is in the air and life is beautiful
and when the sun colours the horizon
the sweet-peas shine like jewels.
It is a lovely day,
and I so wish that you could see it
as I do miss you so!
I miss you smell
of soil after the rain
in the early mornings next to me
and most of all I miss your kisses
like the droplets on blushing rose petals.
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