An August Morning.

Morning sun smiles

warmly. Drying nocturnal tears

on Autumn leaves.

Reviews

[Soren]

So short but full of meaning. Yes night cries and regret in the autumn of our lives are often taken away by the smiles of morning or as I see it in this read my grandchildren in the morning of their lives. There is ho sun brighter than their smile and it has dried many of my tears. A lovely write

[Marie]

Thank you for reading, dear poet and for your lovely comment. Yes, nobody smiles brighter than our lovely Grandchildren in the morning of their lives (so very poetic. Love it!), bless them all. Thank you for sharing, Soren...

[Dpoet]

You made me realise that poems don't have to be long in order to express the idea
But anyway,it's lovely

[Marie]

Hello dear poet and thank you for kindly reading this little Haiku and for your very kind review. Gratitude...

[Dpoet]

Your welcome
Either way you are very creative

[Marie]

Thank you for your kindness, dear poet...

[Samuel Dickens]

These words create a very lovely scene before my mind's eye. I especially recall Autumn mornings when the melting frost adorns each leaf with those nocturnal tears. Great writing, Marie.

[Marie]

Thank you for reading and for your so kind review, Sam. I love how you describe frosty Autumn mornings so potically. Gratitude...