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
The last few lines didn’t rhyme but I feel like they had a really good rhythm. đŸ™‚
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