Monday, April 23, 2012

Morning Whispers

The moon has begun to fade
But the sun's not quite awake
The morning fog leaves kisses
On leaves of trees; blades of grass
And as birds sing in the dawn,
My dreams whisper their good-byes.

Caren E. Salas

Day 23 (can you believe it? I'm caught up...for the moment.) April Poem a Day challenge prompt: a "morning" poem.

1 comment:

  1. Finally getting a chance to look at your blog ... good stuff! I really like this one -- wonderful images.