The morning is kind to me when I awaken
She dallies in waiting till I first peep my eyes
As one is half open and t'other half closed
Yet, both can detect her fresh, golden grin.
"Stay away darkness!" she seemingly says
"At least for now, let me take my turn"
So, darkness agrees and sleeps for a while
And the morning is grateful and laughs with the sun.
As the deer in the meadow bound for the woods
(The cover of darkness now is forfeit)
For, the trespassing deer are really quite shy
And morning has stalked them, back to their haunt.
Still, the morning is bold and hurries ahead
Nought stops her now, not even the rain,
As she braves it head on and shines through the diamonds
Gifting a rainbow, by my window to end.
But my window is closed and the rainbow stalls
And peers at himself in his own reflection
"Who is the fairest ?" asks he to himself,
He, gazing right back as the window is glass.
And what of myself ? what, then, of me ?
Remorses of yesterday spill all about
Then, the kind morning whispers (soon before noon)
"Ah! that was before - today, it is new!"
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Good day Sir! Good write Alan.
Good day to you too Steve, Hope that you are well.
Ex animo, Alan
Ex-wotsit too, Alan. Bit of French there?! lol.
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beautifully executed
a showcasing of pure poetic expression
thank you! dear Poet
Thank you L.B. you are too kind. I think if you write using free verse you should try to make the words count. I hope that I have at least attempted that here, for words are judged by the company they keep.
Kind regards, Alan
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