Whispers of the Morning | Poetry

the whispers of morning

with its soft breath upon my skin

bring thoughts of you

quickening with softness and grace

the trees sway against the moonlit sky

as birds awaken to a new chance to sing

their ode to life


toes curled and fingers spread

I search for your body

but find none


the moon passes by with its moanful glow

and stars seem to fall from the sky onto my bed

dusting my heart with hope


the sun now paints the heavens a canvas of pink and red

mirroring the ache of my heart

the crunch of a branch and creak of a trunk

with its harsh reality

remind me of life without you


Melissa Dunstan
11/27/2019 4:00am

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