Purple Morning Poem by elysabeth faslund

Purple Morning

Rating: 5.0


Morning glories tumble, entertwine
along the banks of this river.
Otters jumble playfully, raccoons
cross a road for water.
I see it all from this bridgehouse.
Marveling how such creatures
promote beauty.

And a sense of 'forever'.

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elysabeth faslund

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
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