Nova Dreams
Dark in the morning hour
I rise to a giddy prelude
Awaiting
The solar interlude
Random possibilities abound
From bed
Goes foot to ground
And with cup in hand
I await
For wake of the land
The quiet solitude
Cacoons my ruminations
With sparkled illuminations
And with hope
I do rise
So that the august sun
Can shine wonder
In my eyes
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2017
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