Morning Enchantment

The morning’s enchantment The sun is bright like shiny copper The air smells of the ocean like lobster Irritants are low with visions considered Level are the tones of gray Focused secludedly on the prospects of the day In the swallow of dismay Daisies blossom along the way Concluded are the smothering of the sun’s rays Giving birth to the fluorescence array Life in the mist of day Clouds cover the elements at play Producing the waters that fill the bay Streams, rivers, and ponds The wind works the temperature con Cooling the surface of complexities like tron Open avenues, meadows and a fawn Sleepy residents of dawn The morning chill received by the silent calm Of the beginning of night’s release Upon the show of brilliance like hot grease The moon follows the stars into retreat Leaving the stage for the ball of fire to creep Across the wide expansion As the darkness dissipates from the mansion Breathe the endless possibilities of enhancements And feel the morning’s tranquil enchantment By Jack Earl Williams jr Memories Searching for existence in time gone Looking back at the explosion of attitudes Expressions of truth vaguer and rude