Early Morning Poem by Shelley Jones

Early Morning



Sun up high already
Lunchtime for birds
Nearby road busy
From inside not a word

Sitting at the table
Having breakfast outside
Reading my paper
And garden and rhyme

Meadows beyond
Wildflowers and bales
Old farmhouses stucco
This ancient landscape

Industrious producers
Of strawberries and cream
Walks on roads smell like jam
The day ahead beams

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