Melancholy morning,
pensive,
bright sun, still shadows,
looking out my window
at the same shade
of green, seen
between the
fence slats,
uncaged
where the dew
drops evenly.
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Oh! That kind of morning. LOL. I think we go through more of these mornings than we'd like to. A 10+++++ and thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara