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Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Morning Welcome



When at first I saw her
She never noticed me
So wonderful, so beautiful
So elegant and free
As I gazed upon her
She barely moved a muscle
And as the winds arose
The leaves began to rustle
As she looked around her
She prodded down her coat
A graceful preen of beauty
Not seeing as I wrote
And when she moved position
So delicate and pure
Her eyes they glanced around
A movement glimpsed for sure
Just once our glances met
Over coffee this cold morn
And with a final flourish
Like the wind, was gone

© Fergus Martin
2013