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Sunday Morning Solitude

by Janet Leonard
Early morning breezes
feel mountain-made
weaving through porch railings.

It's the kind of morning
to close eyes while leaning
Heavenward on tiptoes.

Inhaling deeply,
I almost lose my balance.

Crisp, clean air
rushes around,
fills me all the way down
to shy bare feet.

Confederate Jasmine's
tiny, five-petaled flowers
flap in active winds,
tossing light perfumes
here and there playfully.

Sweet essences
catch a quick ride
on ever-gentle gusts

as June's wind-whispered greetings
come my way.

A welcoming spirit stands still

grasping peace and harmony
in Sunday morning solitude.

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