Sometimes,
Early morning,
I sit on my front porch.
Faithful,
The sun does come,
Not hurried,
Not all at once,
But artfully,
Delicately,
Rock ledge to tree,
Illuminating mist,
Aspens shimmering,
Pink over emerald,
Lavender kisses.
I wrap my hands around
A warm cup of coffee
Bury myself, deep in my robe,
Pet the dog and surrender.
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