The Morning Rise

By , Saugerties, NY
The baby cries in the early mist like
dew on the green grass.
The young mother rushes to get his
bottle ready barely opening her eyes
because she is half asleep.
The young father just getting up for work burping the baby
while the young mother catches a break.
The two sit down for breakfast and
watch the bright yellow- orange sun come up
starting at tree level.
As he walks out the door for a long exhausting day at work
He smells the cooling of the air and
The cold winter breeze.
He stops for a minute and lets his mind flow
Like the wind on the mountain.





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