Desert Morning Sunshine, a poem

I sat in the morning sun, a soft glow coming in through the window
along with
the cool morning air- the light cast me
a spring-like yellow
and the air was perfumed with the scent
of a new beginning.

It’s 6:15 a.m. in the desert– before the sun fully rises
and the world heats up,
I soak up the cool morning breeze
and the rest of the moon,
sitting low in the sky on the horizon.

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