Morning Whispers

by

 Shirley Ruksznis Young

 

Today I heard the morning whisper,

Sweet as breath of new-born babe.

With songs of birds from lads to lasses,

Waiting for sweet love's refrain.

Today I felt the warm breeze moving;

Watched the grasses as they waved,

Heard the rustle of it's passing;

Sweet refreshment ere engraved.

Morning whispers-breezes moving,

Brooklets twinkle-spirit soothing.

Warm sun spilling on my face-

Takes me to a higher place!!

 

Scotland

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©1999