Genevieve Is A Summer's Day

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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She is the sunlit start of day

Bright, as brightness strikes its way;

Fresh within the fall of dew

As the next day starts anew.

The waking sun is yawning

Conceiving one more dawning

Genevieve is the morning.

She is the warmth of noonday sun

As the dayspring web is spun;

Sprinkling sparkling, lucent glow

Refulgent there at foreday's show.

A petaled sweet bouquet,

A roseate bathed display

Genevieve is the new day.

She is the mystery of the eve

As, slowly, daytime takes its leave;

A portrait of the deepest night,

A graceful bluebird poised in flight.

As shadowed shades ascend

And in the darkness blend

Genevieve is the journey's end.

                              ASJ