Swings

Deb's Poems ― The beauty of the dawn surrounds usTelling a tale as she breaks The creek of the swings Yet silenced ∙ The pre-dawn air crisp and freshThe trees standing guard Silently waiting for the returnOf their charges ∙ Colorful leaves long gone Painted by midnight frostSweet child still nestled in bed Innocent of the new day dawning ∙ Chirping little birds awaken Fluffing their feathersShaking off the cool of nightSoon the sun willRise ∙ ~DebTim~ ∙ I took this shot [...].