L Milton Hankins Poet Quintilla

Sunrise Sunset

Sunrise is nature’s fair warning
A splendid new day a-borning,
Golden chance to become again
How I know this, I can’t explain,
‘Til the sunrise says “Good morning!”

Sunset is nature’s sweet goodbye,
Another day has passed on by
Golden chances taken or left,
Sometimes the heart is sad, bereft
When many things have gone awry. 

written January 27, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger January 28, 2022 at 10:55 AM Ah, so well done. Wonderful imagery Hank. L Milton Hankins January 28, 2022 at 11:56 AM Again, thanks, Caren. I wrote the first stanza and the second one just seemed to cry out to be written, too.

Bryan Norton January 28, 2022 at 9:07 AM "Golden chances taken or left" How true! Great little poem, Milton. L Milton Hankins January 28, 2022 at 9:18 AM Thanks, Bryan. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Tom Cunningham January 28, 2022 at 8:41 AM I love to see them both in all their glory but sunrise is my favourite, seen some spectacular ones coming up over the mountains in Turkey. Tom L Milton Hankins January 28, 2022 at 9:28 AM Wow! I'm not an early riser, so, truthfully, I've observed very few sunrises in my lifetime. If the sun didn't come up until noon or so, I'd see them. I go to bed very, very late (or early in the morning depending on how you see it) like 1:30-2:00 am and seldom am up before 10:30-11:00 am. I seem to need that much sleep.

Charles Messina January 28, 2022 at 3:57 AM One of my favorite songs in "Fiddler on the roof" this poem is as beautiful as the song. Very nicely written, Milton. Have a great day...Charlie L Milton Hankins January 28, 2022 at 9:30 AM Thank you so much, Charlie, for that wonderful affirmation to my poem. I like that song, too. Interesting, though, I really didn't have it in mind when writing these lines. Hmmm....

Marikate Kingston January 27, 2022 at 10:29 PM When the sun sets I always love the moonlight that follows to say goodnight. Your poem brought such a nice image to me as I read it. "Golden chances," what a nice simile. I'm glad I found this one. L Milton Hankins January 28, 2022 at 9:32 AM Thanks so much, Marikate. Those two words are actually borrowed from the song, "If I Loved You." The phrase in the song is "I'd let my golden chances pass me by."