Ray Boorman

Glorious Morning

 


Of all the days within the year

I relish but a few

those cold Autumnal mornings

as the sun glints on the dew

when air is cold and crispy

and leaves brown on the trees

then flutter down like feathers

in the gentle morning breeze.

 



Why do cold Autumn sunny morings make you feel so alive?
Or is it just me?
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