Robert A. Dufresne Poet Rhyme

Morning Come

Morning  Come.

Swirling,  cinnamon peppered, neapolitan skies,
beckon like candy to my famished searching eyes.
Western honey colored rays
 burning through shades of grays,
can’t penetrate the stacks of Nimbus blacks,
but quick crackling shards of blinding , silver slivers, 
pierce that formidable canopy as Sun’s pride withers.
The night and storm has won.
Morning,  come.


composed by
Robert A. Dufresne

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Joe Maverick December 5, 2021 at 12:20 AM Majestic inspired, yet part of our everyday' Also I feel the promise..'

Harry Horsman December 4, 2018 at 3:45 PM The aftermath, like Andrea, love the imagery, love the poetry.

Andrea Dietrich December 1, 2018 at 9:56 AM Fascinating imagery, Robert. A very creative verse from you, and i was first to comment!! HOpe it gets many more reads and comments.