Monday, April 27, 2009

Mountain Morning

Coffee steam circles upward, hazelnut fills the air,
Our tent is quiet now.

Warming heavy cable sweaters,we
Serenely, breath in the birth of morning.

Misty fog, a dewy blanket,
Luscious green foliage, draping mountains steep.

Fulfilling silence everywhere.
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5 comments:

  1. Wait. What?April 27, 2009 at 9:57 AM

    This sounds like heaven!

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  2. Michelle D. ArgyleApril 27, 2009 at 10:25 AM

    That makes me want coffee! And I don't drink coffee, LOL. :D

    Thanks for a great piece!

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  3. MartyApril 27, 2009 at 3:31 PM

    Very nice poem Suz!

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  4. ShadowApril 28, 2009 at 2:01 AM

    you make camping sound so desireable...

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  5. LarryGApril 28, 2009 at 11:29 AM

    now is that Jamaican blue the coffee brand? :)
    i really like my morning coffee...

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