Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal

Hope Cooks Its Morning Meal Dark shadows of death it enshrouds, roaring lightning in storming clouds Flames it destroys as it dares burn Hope lives and truly enjoys its turn Sunset may cloak beauty of the hills long before creeping dawn-time chills Yet its mercy screams out very loud candlelight given unto good and proud Deep in morn's lingering misty fogs echoes songs of glistening waking frogs Far above the ancient nighttime croaks angels remove earthly blinding cloaks At the head of the cool, gurgling brooks Hope sits to eat lively, the meal it cooks! Robert J. Lindley, 06-17-2015