The stillness of my morning rise is poetic
Little of any human nature can be heard
An airy dampness feels like a sticky mask
Each breath creates a steamy foggy mist
I enjoy the stillness of my morning stroll
Not one bird is chipping I wondered why
Walking at my own pace deep in thought
Each thought is an echo of a silent choice
An increasing in pace I am heading home
With time on my side there's plenty to do
Copyright © 2013 Tryphena Louise Williams
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