First Light, So Sweet
Some people love to gaze upon
the setting sun but sleep until
it’s high each day. They never thrill
to unique freshness of the dawn,
the sunrise, a resplendent sight,
accompanied by shades of red
and orange. There’s much to be said
for sweet communion with first light.
When from my porch I view the dawn,
the tone is set for my new day.
The sun sends twilight on its way.
While sipping coffee, I may yawn--
but not from boredom—as I see
the day emerging tint by tint.
Soon there is no remaining hint
of last night in the day or me.
July 18, 2018, entered in Emile Pinet's Dusk or Dawn Contest
August 29, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's End August Standard
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Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018
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