Early glimmers of morning’s dew
In resplendent nestle fading
Yield to sun’s gentle emergence
Diffused in languorous release
Delicate budding ovations
Fragrant emanate beginnings
Changes whispered, winds of season
On wings of anticipation
Copyright Don MacIver 2010; All Rights Reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. Read mine - I Cannot Return - Adeline