MY MORNING

MY MORNING

I watched the dawn this morning

And felt some peace and calm,

I felt the velvet wings of morning

Shelter me from harm.

I listened to the quiet this morning

And found some sweet release,

I heard the birds’ first songs

And I felt the world at peace.

I watched the sunrise this morning

And saw an artist’s hand,

I saw the paint upon the canvas

And the way that it is planned.

I saw the dew upon the rose this morning

And walked on dew kissed grass,

I knew these early morning delights

Would very quickly pass.

I offered up my thanks this morning

From a heart that knows some fears,

I experienced the miracle of morning

And quietly wiped away my tears.

I watched the dawn this morning

And saw so many things

I gathered strength this morning

For whatever my day brings.

© Linda J. Vaughan

THE ROSE FAIRY

THE ROSE FAIRY

Sometime in early morning

When your garden is sun kissed,

Take a look around you

And you will see me in the mist.

I am the gentle Rose Fairy

You will see me everywhere,

With soft and velvet petals

And dewdrops in my hair.

I have dresses of many colours

And a fragrance very sweet,

I am here to keep you company

And scatter petals at your feet.

My wings are made of cobwebs

And look like perfect lace,

I move through your garden

With dignity and grace.

So if you look around your garden

And feel the morning dew,

Then you should know The Rose Fairy

Has been to visit you.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2007

A WINTER ROSE

A WINTER ROSE

I saw it early in the morning

When the frost was on the grass,

A picture of impeccable beauty ~

I could not let this moment pass.

Dewdrops on the petals

Of this winter flower,

A fragrance in my garden

In the early morning hour.

Too soon will come the cold wind

And the petals will be blown,

One single forlorn blossom

In my garden I have grown.

Yet it encourages me

To also stand strong and tall,

One solitary blossom,

In my garden by the wall.

This winter rose holds beauty

And memories of days gone by,

Why, then am I surprised

To find a tear within my eye.

In the quiet of early morning

When the garden shares a hush,

I find that am captivated by

A winter rose’s blush.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2007 

MY MORNING

MY MORNING 

I watched the dawn this morning

And felt some peace and calm,

I felt the velvet wings of morning

Shelter me from harm.

I listened to the quiet this morning

And found some sweet release,

I heard the birds’ first songs

And I felt the world at peace.

I watched the sunrise this morning

And saw an artist’s hand,

I saw the paint upon the canvas

And the way that it is planned.

I saw the dew upon the rose this morning

And walked on dew kissed grass,

I knew these early morning delights

Would very quickly pass.

I offered up my thanks this morning

From a heart that knows some fears,

I experienced the miracle of morning

And quietly wiped away my tears.

I watched the dawn this morning

And saw so many things

I gathered strength this morning

For whatever my day brings.

©  Linda J. Vaughan 

October 24th. 2002

WINTER'S ROSE

WINTER’S ROSE 

I saw it early in the morning

When the frost was on the grass,

A picture of impeccable beauty ~

I could not let this moment pass.

Dewdrops on the petals

Of this winter flower,

A fragrance in my garden

In the early morning hour.

Too soon will come the cold wind

And the petals will be blown,

One single forlorn blossom

In my garden I have grown.

Yet it encourages me

To also stand strong and tall,

One solitary blossom,

In my garden by the wall.

This winter rose holds beauty

And memories of days gone by,

Why, then am I surprised

To find a tear within my eye.

In the quiet of early morning

When the garden shares a hush,

I find that am captivated by

A winter rose’s blush.

© Linda J. Vaughan