The house is quiet.
It is early morning
And the moon is handing the reins to the sun.
The illusion of darkness fades
As the breath of a new day
Fills my heart and soul.
“Good Morning” Hope seems to say.
I rise.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
The house is quiet.
It is early morning
And the moon is handing the reins to the sun.
The illusion of darkness fades
As the breath of a new day
Fills my heart and soul.
“Good Morning” Hope seems to say.
I rise.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016