The light of day remains asleep as I am roused from slumber.
Another day beckons; beacons of light first emerge to greet me.
Morning begins on cautious feet, a new dance to the dawn.
Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
The light of day remains asleep as I am roused from slumber.
Another day beckons; beacons of light first emerge to greet me.
Morning begins on cautious feet, a new dance to the dawn.
Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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I love the ‘cautious feet’ of morning. Great image!
Lovely…
seriously lovely, specially the cautious feet – sounds like Jock coming in with my tea!
Very nice! Your morning sounds ideal.