Those First Moments

Version One: Those First Moments

I greet morning
with the rattle of coffee beans.
Ground.
Stirred.
Sips of liquid morning.
Blackbirds sing;
the garden greets sunrise.
Ivy claws
the north face
of trees
and fragile clouds
break and spill rain
across the window.

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Version Two: Those First Moments

I greet morning with the rattle
of coffee beans. Ground. Stirred.
Sips of liquid morning. Black birds
sing; the garden greets sunrise.
Ivy claws into the north face
of trees as fragile clouds break
and spill rain across the window.

Poetic Asides, Prompt #207 – Fragile

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