Early Morning 06 Friday Jun 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 2 Comments Early morning… The sun slants through the trees Like a waterfall of light. Treading softly through A carpet of wild flowers, An explosion of scent Creeps out from under each foot, And softly colours the air. This is Nature at its most glorious! Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
I love the early morning hours when the dew is still on the Roses and one can “hear” the silence except for what nature wants to share.
I agree William! It’s such a very special part of the day…