A Morning Kiss

Open the door.
The crisp, early morning breeze
Wants to kiss you with promise.
Not the kind that can be broken,
But hope that flies on molecules
Awakening everything it touches - 
From distant mountain dwellers and herds
To anxious souls in the city, hands
Around a cup of tea, faces to the sky. 


LJ Ireton 

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