Monday WRites 108

TODAY IS SPROUTING
In furls of my joy,
And flavour of my skin,
Therein, dwell tiny atoms of divine.

Tis grace, by which dawn is gifted,
Daily to tug at ribbons of sun rays,
Unwrapping hieroglyphics in bird song.

Daily, awe breathes sweet scent
Of bee's hum.
Life sparkle of leftover night stars,
Sprinkle gardens with gratitude.

Thanksgiving blossoms by every hue and tint.
TODAY IS SPROUTING © gillena cox 2017

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Hope all you mothers had a wonderful day yesterday ❧✿❧ You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #108, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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