Morning's Glory
Morning's Glory
Out from
the bowels of night.
Mornings, glory child
begins to
crown.
Riding
on wings of honeysuckle
Dawn radiates her warmth.
Breaking the silence of slumber
forcing the night to
step down.
Ivory
Swatches are whipped
into a cloudy vanilla fluff.
Then draped across an
Aqua sky, streaked with a
strawberry hue.
Friction
Electrifies the atmosphere and
Paints the sky in fine pastels.
A brocade brush details the sky
in a raised design of
blue.
Air
is moist like a succulent peach
Buckwheat covers her hilltops
waving as golden locks of
hair
Fresh
Greening grass kissed
by a dewy mist,
As a myriad of tulips, waken
against soft pink sands to
declare.
A
Jubilee of excitement stirs
when monarchs take to the air.
Songs of sweet refrains pour
down from the rubbing of their
wings
A
Solace saturates the earth
Church bells chime as one.
Ushering in Dawns newborn,
Morning’s glory,
Spring.
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2010
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