Morning Song

I can see you starting this,
another day to face
tho you take it in stride
I wallow in your grace.

Sigh~~~~~~

As she breathes life into a new day
she awakens the birds who can't
resist her morning song
so they sing as well.
Her scent left with
lover's of yesterday
lingers thru history;
lays like a blanket . . .
more like morning dew....
spread all over the grass
of thoughts we share.

Her easy smile taps
at the door of passions
awakening sweet tarts
to be consumed
by the senses.

She, in her morning song
speaks of the quite of dawn
sending the stars to bed
letting up the shade
hiding the sun.

Not even the aroma
of fresh coffee brewing
can shadow out the notes
played on the senses
in her morning song
to draw in the comng day.

by Del Cano 2006 Feb