7a.m.

The dewdrops glisten

in situ on each petal

they make their way

slowly rolling down the leaves

resembling tiny jewels

sparkling against the vibrant green

the air is thin and sweet

I inhale its fragrance deeply

in attempt to save the scent in my memory

a hint of fresh cut grass lingers

leaving me with the natural perfume

that the earth provides

the world is sleepy and quiet

only the sound of bumble bees

buzzing amongst the purple morning glories

singing their melodious work song

cuts into the deep silence

that subsists at 7a.m.

in the summertime

-from my website, bychloejean.com