A Poet’s Paradise

At 5 A.M. he’s up again

grabbing his coffee thermos,

along with paper & pen

He quickly settles in

to his chair on the patio

Writing poetry by the early glow

of a sunrise over nearby mountains

Every now & then,

he stops and puts the coffee to his lips

and as he sips he thinks:

“To me, this is perfection”

By: J.N.R Dutton





Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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