one morning in January
the sun rose before I awakened
so startling it felt
as though
I had missed the day entirely
and slept
whilst spring flowers
pushed through
the soil
their bright faces turned upwards
yawning from their long sleep
kissed by the sun
tenderly
tickled by the breeze
fondly
while I slept and awakened
taken
in surprise
by the new season
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
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Ellen Grace Olinger
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