“The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.” ~Philip James Bailey~
Dew Drops
Dew drops in the morning light
Shimmer brightly moisture bright
Fresh poured coffee steams the air
Sitting on the deck in chair
Blanket wrapped about my frame
Morning birds chirp their refrain
Sunbeams enter slowly through
Waving trees in mornings dew
Light plane passes overhead
Seeing earthen blankets spread
Squirrels are jumping tree to tree
Look at me while chattering
Coolness touching my warm skin
Sends a shiver deep within
Yet so delightful refreshing touch
One can never get too much
To just enjoy the mornings dawn
Peaceful quiet, voices calm
Nature at her glory gives
Reflecting love our time to live
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
May 21, 2012