Damp And Dewy On An April Morning
By Lord R.e. Taylor
It was such a hard week
Way too much to do
No time to just relax
Even sleep was lacking
But Saturday morning came
Quiet and peaceful
Even stepping outside was paradise
Every blade of grass shone like a diamond
Tiny drops of springtime dew
Stepping off the porch I forgot
That week no longer mattered
Every drop took away another memory
And, at least for a while
I was happy
And I was in Heaven
© Poem – VII/VI/MMXXVI
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