Sherry Asbury Poet Rhyme

Morning Song

Outside my window, underneath an eave,
nestlings chirr,  greeting  the new dawn
Sleepy eyes begin to open, seeking,
much to do now that dark of night is gone

The Keeper of the Stars is gathering
her children onto a cloud where they loll.
Dawn is stretching her fingers out, pulling 
light out of golden tresses, letting them fall

Dew is spun into rainbows, clouds, stacked
in a corner of the sky where they wait
Triumphant and with her greatest glory,
Dawn makes her entrance a little bit late

The moment when everything is brand new,
we are given chalkboards, blank of mistakes,
empty of regret, no sorrows linger
Faith in living is all life takes

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Caren Krutsinger February 9, 2019 at 1:05 AM Sherry, your imagery is exquisite. "The Keeper of the Stars is gathering her children onto a cloud where they loll. Dawn is stretching her fingers out, pulling light out of golden tresses, letting them fall" - you grabbed my interest and kept me spellbound thorough this entire gorgeous write!