Every morning’s tender touch,
First breath from furtive dreams,
Dominoes of tagging thought,
Trickling through the weave,
Hot water when I want,
Fresh brewed cup so fragrant,
Sunlight scattered in the leaves,
Gentle breeze that beckons,
For all of these I thank thee,
A hundred little gifts.
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Jamye Sharp
Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
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a hundred little gifts- so well done. leaves me fuzzy and thankful. Great Poem!
Beautiful poem, Jamye!
Such a beautiful picture of that flower with a grateful spirit to match. A hundred little gifts is such a nice way to look at life, you gave us many gifts in this poem. You have a gift of guiding our minds to exactly where you intended.
Such beautiful imagery!