Mornings Breath

[Dark Muse]

Mornings Breath

The first breath of morning
flush upon the skin
like the brush of rose petals
in the wind.

A quietude that cannot be put to words
but felt and understood
in a precious moment
where all stand still at peace

A subtle realization
all too soon lost
a beauty of the harmony of the soul

Gentle caressing
as the warmth of the sun
seeps into a tingling breeze
not to be rivaled

In an eyes blink
like only a passing dream
it slips away too easily
disturbed, a shatter
like fragile moth wings.

[cogs]

this is really sweet... place apostrophes in 'morning's breath', and 'eye's blink'.
you show morning's subtlety, fragility, and brevity nicely. you taught me to focus on the senses, as well as imagery. thank you.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you for your coments