Morning Bliss
by Donna
- Morning Bliss
Dew nestles securely
in the folds of petals,
as fog of the morning,
loosely enclosed by tall pines,
creeps slowly through town,
down isolated streets,
to where they are
tangled up in flannel.
The subtle movements
slowly awaken lethargic
minds to clear intentions.
Nothing is said.
What is heard is
rolling percussion
rhythmically created
by perpetual motions.
Irrepressible euphoria
is desired
as cries from orgasm
can be heard on
the whisper of the wind.
About Donna
We are all creative beings. Our artful passions can be expressed in numerous ways like singing, dancing, or writing poetry. These talents are not bound by age, race, culture or land borders.