Poetry: Morning Breeze in Creative Writing

Morning Breeze
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The morning breeze,
What a delight!
The fallen leaves
From the trees last night.

  Encircle the brow,
  Of the daytime crest;
  The dripping dew,
  For these words of jest.

  Feathers floating down,
  The trees still a'roar;
  Sounds unlike whispers
  On this earth-ground floor.

  ©2004, Joe Jenkins