Up each day at the same time,
Six o’clock every morning.
I look out into my world
And each day is different.
The sky could be dark
But the stars shine down,
It could be black with clouds.
But as the seasons change
The sky is different.
Spring brings lighter time,
And summer brings brightness
Where the sun shines down,
Down from the bright blue sky.
Sometimes the white clouds flow,
Flow through the blueness.
The beauty of our world changes,
Changes with the seasons
And is different every time I look,
Every time I look out each day,
Look out into the day,
At six o’clock each morning.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have always got up at six o'clock each morning for as long as I can remember.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Teh time you write your daily poem too? My poems, if daily, can vary in time, then we have to wait 24 hours until posting the next one. I best get on with today's one soon.....
Yes Orchi, that is when I write them.
Andy
A good read my friend that sounds fresh and bright. A lovely way to start the day.
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
You are most welcome
A lovely hour to wake. 🌹
Yes it certainly is Teddy, thank you.
Andy
...and myself soon after, about a quarter of an hour later. Snooze is my friend.
Snooze is my friend as well Rik. I have been watching a programme called Bargain Hunt for many years, it is on the television at 12:15 lunchtime for three quarters of an hourand I don't think that I have ever seen a whole programme. LOL
Andy
I prop myself up and watch the morning come to life.🕊️🙏🏻
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