Morning is here but not yet visible.
Somewhere behind the black
sky covering Morning waits.
Her appearing will be gradual,
slow in the revealing as a
kind recognition of my
waking consciousness.
When she feels the
time is right, She
will paint the sky above me with
shades of soft yellows and reds,
blend them into a wordless wonder.
We will say "hello" and together
we will open the door for
Day's arrival.
-
Author:
DesertWords (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2018 08:16
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 37
Offline)
Comments3
When she feels the
time is right, She
will paint the sky above me with
shades of soft yellows and reds,
blend them into a wordless wonder.
I love that image
Excellent penning you did on this one. Beautiful! 🙂
Each new day is so special and is shown in your words.
I agree. Each new day has the potential to be special...that’s where we come in. Thanks for the comment.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.