In the early morning hours
when the sun still lies asleep
with the stars lights slowly dimming,
a garden stirs without a peep
There's a mist and dew dropp air
sprinkling flowers with warm delight
and a kiss from moisture sweet
brings them abloom with mornings light.
Through day, picture perfect still;
camera's shutters tell a story.
there's the richly colored petals
of roses, lilacs, morning glory.
The nightfall and twilight breeze
has trembling petals closing.
they'll rest well and through the night
for tomorrows day of posing.
by Celeste Butler-Mendez
Copyright © March 20,2006
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