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Morning Simplicity

Quiet leaves rustle,

the old cat happens by slowly,

as the couple admires their flowerbed

through carefully savored sips of coffee –

the morning sun speaks tenderly

through the nearby wood.

Everything formed simply,

peace the common denominator

The bird chirps, calling –

yes we hear you.

And in the background,

the piano tickles my eardrums pleasantly,

with Norah’s voice

filling in cracks of this poet’s edifice.

What a great morning.

~ Bill Breneman ~