The Day is Waiting

Nature poem.

I know the day is waiting
I feel her breath upon my cheek
She has a way she speaks to me
Her speech is quite unique.

The sounds are all familiar
It’s like my second home
Memories abound I feel I’ve found
A place I’m not alone.



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David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.