Time To Crow
Your voice laps like falling stream,
Coming across howling space.
Your face beams a summer dream,
Sets my pulse off for a race.
My eyes wink like morning dew;
Like bees busy on nectar.
The sun's solemn crawl mimics
Your coming; slower than snail.
Each moment, your delay ticks
My day with smiles void of veil;
I put on a spotless dress,
Perfume the air with sweet scent.
What a fun to see the glow
Of a cock ready to crow!
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2015
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