And I saw the edge of a hawk’s wing filled with wind,
while the crow lived in the shadows waiting his turn,
but within a whisper
I was brought back to earth,
the smell of lavender and vanilla,
My Love rolling over,
planting a kiss on my cheek.
Her smile saying,
“Good morning”.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
good post…thanks for share
Thank you Obaid! Peace my friend and blessings.
What a dream!
A sweet poem
Awh…! So sweet!
Lovely. Good morning.
refreshing, love it 🙂
Thank you for your wonderful comments! Peace and blessings to you.
A great start to the morning 🙂 soothing ❤
Thank you NJ! Peace and blessings to you.
😊😊wish you the same
🙂
A dream within a dream. 🙂 ❤
Yes exactly! Thank you Laura! Peace and be wonderfully blessed.