Good Morning Beautiful -- a poem by Tiffany Cook

Good Morning Beautiful

by Tiffany Cook

Listen to Tiffany Cook Reading Good Moring Beautiful

Trickled dew,
adorns the grass,
our bodies touch,
sleep starts to pass.

Your hand finds mine,
my lips find yours;
your taste is sweet,
behind closed doors.

The wind sings soft,
while the trees all dance,
the sun peeks out,
to light our stance.

Eyes open softly,
warm creeps in,
I see your face,
my day begins.