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That Morning Breeze

Warm breeze

Brushes my face

Like a full feather

Satisfying

Completely needed

Here

In this warm climate.

Covers you like an

aura of mystery,

A never ending spray

of freshness,

Hits your ears as if

whispering sweet

nothings to you.

Keeps sharing

that freshness

seemingly cool

in this much

needed space,

filling the vehicle

with hope

To start the day!

Green Cane Palms, from my sister’s garden

Posted by:

Juliette Awua-Kyerematen

5 responses to “That Morning Breeze”

  1. Teaching my garden to grow Avatar
    Teaching my garden to grow

    That feeling of a warm breeze, you described it so well. I hope you are someplace tropical right now, enjoy!

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  2. Ryan Barba Avatar
    Ryan Barba

    Your writing definitely makes the reader feel that nice breeze! Living vicariously through you as the weather is not the best here.

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  3. Leigh Anne Eck Avatar
    Leigh Anne Eck

    “A never ending spray/of freshness” I love this line as I imagine your rainy season.

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  4. Karen Avatar
    Karen

    This is so beautiful. I closed my eyes, let it dissipate, and then immediately read it again!

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  5. Lainie Levin Avatar
    Lainie Levin

    That warm breeze…feeling the vehicle with hope. YES! This poem, too, is like a warm breeze – brushing past me, bringing with it happiness and joy, and moving on past. Beautiful!

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I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.

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