Monday WRites 70

MORNING FRESCO
Morning pours herself into another day
Weaving threads golden of sunlight array
Shards of mirrored sky and watery sea
A ripple here, adrift the silence glee

Moon hoping a tad bit more to stay longs
Only from feathered fancies such songs
Designed to twitter in much lively accord
What harmonies this dawning should award
MORNING FRESCO © gillena cox 2016



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 #70, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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