Morning Porridge Poem, by Noveyre, at My poetic side

Dreamily, the dale is filling

with moonlit water off the ridge

melting cold stone to silt

and

sounds the kettle for the porridge;

The vale's village is waking up,

muttering their good mornings

and fumbling with their shutters shut

to greet the sun in opening.

Orange light dilutes the clouds, a dress

is donned by vermeil dawn

which paints daybreak a pretty mess

and the dale in wonder, yawns yet less

Wakefully, the dale is filling-

with sunlit water off the ridge

pouring down to kettle spouts

into the morning porridge.

Netashi November 6th, 2018 13:45
Very nice poem, very detailed and felt calming. I think the morning is the best time of day but I've been growing fond of the night recently. Keep up the good writing.
-Theta

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