Morning sings a fragrant tune
of flowers wafting their perfume,
hummed in three-part
by the bees and butterflies.
No training of the voice required.
Enchantment sings on feathered wings.
The chorus leaves its dew-wet stage
when sweltering heat of mid-day
brings an intermission
until sunset cools the air.
inspired by:
Day 13 Garden of Neuro Institute poetry prompt, the morning sings
Medusa’s Kitchen 8/13/24 SOW, enchantment
published in Substack:
Lovely, really utterly lovely, fragranced with such good feeling.