In the early morning hours <br />when the sun still lies asleep <br />with the stars lights slowly dimming, <br />a garden stirs without a peep <br /> <br />There's a mist and dew dropp air <br />sprinkling flowers with warm delight <br />and a kiss from moisture sweet <br />brings them abloom with mornings light. <br /> <br />Through day, picture perfect still; <br />camera's shutters tell a story. <br />there's the richly colored petals <br />of roses, lilacs, morning glory. <br /> <br />The nightfall and twilight breeze <br />has trembling petals closing. <br />they'll rest well and through the night <br />for tomorrows day of posing. <br /> <br /> <br />by Celeste Butler-Mendez <br />Copyright © March 20,2006<br /><br />Celeste Butler Mendez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-of-posing/
