Morn On the Wing
and post notes and photos about your poem like Gregory R Barden.
O hark, the gulls have come to pray
For this, the start of one new morn
Behold, such virgin days, thus born
From womb of night on cradled cay
A lemon-drop sun to daub the sky
And blush this day with kisses, shy
O hark, the gulls have come to pray.
( I used photograph number TWO )
Written and submitted on October 18, 2019
For the "Make It Seven" Poetry Contest
Joseph May, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019