Haiku Sunday (23-25)

Morning Glory

The Dawn stretched and yawned,
Dressed in gold and tangerine,
Plotting out her day.

The sky was cloudless,
A cerulean canvas,
Daubed and dabbed various hues.

A dewdrop clinging,
To unfurling blades of grass,
A gift from the morn.

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