All Aglow
Watchful of the morning skies
as the sun begins to rise
the shade of night slowly dies
before our very eyes
In the stillness that broods
nudging morning to a better mood
the shadows still sound asleep
as sun slowly begins to peep
A cheery yellow amber glow
upon the newly fallen snow
a wisp of wind begins to flow
putting on a morning show.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2018
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