Every morning when the coffee is brewed
I open the blinds to take in the view
Will there be Pink? Purple? Blue?
Many shades of orange or only a few?
Will the sky be dark with a sad hue?
Are the clouds filled with joy or deep gloom?
With every dawn is a freshly colored plume
It rises from the ground to start over anew
Like lawn softly covered in morning dew
A rosebud opening at first bloom
A unique pattern mysterious to me and you
Painted beautifully to bid Yesterday adieu
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Jessi
Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee! I love to write about my travels, lovers + mental health. Thanks for your support! Feel free to browse, share, and comment away. :)
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