a whisper hangs in the balance

of dusk and dawn

suspended in the dew

that tiny droplet that holds a million rainbows

when the first glimmering ray of sunshine

still clinging to the horizon, wakes.

the air hangs heavy, chilly,

not yet burdened with the sultry heat of midsummer -

the smell is invigorating, sweet, inviting

and lingers long after, in my memories.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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