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Oh, the mellow hues of dawn,
set upon horizon’s crest.
Dancing leaves, a gentle breeze,
whispers ‘cross the meadow’s breast.
Distant hilltops, crowned in flames,
of vivid orange and red,
illuminate an amber path,
the day which lies ahead.
The pale perfection of morning’s inception,
paints a smoky sky.
In peaceful succession, sunlight’s procession,
ascends to heaven’s high.
Jennifer Martin
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Jennifer Martin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In memory of a man who loved life and adored rising with the sun to experience each morning.
- Category: Reflection
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Oh my Jennifer Martin. This is the second of your poems i have read and I am in awe of your poetic vision.
I just want to read and re-read this and absorb its atmosphere.
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