One Wee Tear
Dazzling white flowers, gold-stained by the sun,
Embrace the cool morning breeze with aplomb,
And to acknowledge the day has begun,
Dance and sway gaily as bumblebees hum.
Birds sing along with the song of the bees,
Sweet counterpoint in the cool morning hush.
Wind whispers soft lyrics through the pine trees,
Tales of its journey in rustle and rush.
The rattling leaves of maple and oak,
Dapple the sunlight that reaches the ground.
Simple and solemn, these muses evoke
Daydreams of symphonies, pure sight and sound.
Lingering softly on eye and on ear,
The morning music enchants one wee tear.
Mick McKellar
June 2014
Sometimes, there’s magic to be found just by stepping out on your deck on a summer morning.
Mick
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