The Coming Day
Doth not beauty linger upon the dawn of Winter silence
Where misty covers of dew drop mountains
Shimmer a salute to the radiant rays of the new coming day
Doth not my mind capture each breath of morning song
Where angels murmur poetic words and blue birds sway the silken breeze
Doth not this light of everlasting grace find peace and harmony without refrain
But, yes, o' yes
Each delicate strand
Soft silken weave
Touch promise land
And in moment
I kneel in prayer
Doth not my soul leave despair
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment