Slowly the sun peeks <br />Around the clouds <br />On the far east horizon. <br /> <br />The cool breeze <br />Invades the land <br />As the senses explode <br />With the raucous calls <br />Of the gulls. <br /> <br />The fragrance of oleanders <br />And magnolias hitch rides <br />On the breezes. <br /> <br />Puffy, billowy clouds <br />Float so low <br />You can almost touch <br />The sun's early rays <br />On their under bellies. <br /> <br />Live oaks that stretch <br />From one side of the street <br />To the other <br />Come alive with <br />Doves and squirrels and <br />A virtual menagerie <br />Of creation. <br /> <br />Cool on the veranda. <br /> <br />5/6/14 <br />GALVESTON ISLAND<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-morning-galveston/
