Autumn Early Morning
AUTUMN EARLY MORNING
The waking sun warms and stirs the grass-frost,
On this early morning as I gaze at you, now
Asleep. Across the glaze of my window,
Turning it to milky mist and fog, then dissipating lost,
Sun’s golden glow, swirling, swelling
The floating fingers on foggy ground,
Wrapping themselves around
The silvery folds of fresh earth upwelling.
Waking grass waves gladly to the pilgrim leaves’ charms,
Blithely drifting their way through the country trails
In my panes - through Heaven’s white dales,
You stir and fold me warmly in your arms.
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Entered in Carol Brown’s Contest “Write A Poem For Yourself”
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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