Morning Steals In



Morning steals in, soft with surprise,

Virgin sunbeams surfing on skies

Froth-dipped on wave crests of sweet baby-blue,

Wooing the lilies with top-coat of dew.

Frosty Feathers

Frosty feathers, heaven’s dew

frozen when the morning’s new;

flights of fancy, fly me where

angel feathers dust the air.