Morning In A Village - Poem by David Harris
Picturesque houses stand in small streets,
streets empty as dawn breaks.
Balconies trimmed with flowers
of assorted colours behind scrolled trellises.
The early morning air is cool and crisp
while on the horizon standing majestically
the mountains in morning glory
as slowly things awake.
Sitting on a balcony silently
I watch as people and animals
stir and awake to start
another wonderful blessed day.
15 August 2013
This poem was written on the balcony of our hotel room at about 6 am on our first morning in Austria, while my wife was still sleeping.
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