My fingers brush the cool surface of morning dew,
The air carries the sharp scent of pine and earth.
A distant bird sings, soft and clear in the quiet,
On my tongue, the warmth of bitter coffee lingers,
And the sky, pale with sunrise, stretches endlessly above.
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well done
One of my fondest memories was going out at dawn with a cup of coffee to paint a story on the wall for my children.
Calming and gorgeously penned!!!💕❤️❤️
Beautiful work!
Great!!
Beautifully done, Anna! You capture those Autumn mornings incredibly well. This is a great entry!
This is a wonderful poem and entry to the challenge, Anna!
Beautiful
Beautiful imagery. This is a well-written description of the early hours of the morning. You capture that early-morning bliss perfectly. Well done.
Well-wrought!
I love bitter coffee
Such an awe-inspiring and captivating masterpiece! Breathtaking ✨😍
So crisp and beautiful!
The taste of bitter coffee is so blissful! Loved your poem!