and post notes and photos about your poem like Tom Cunningham.
Twas six years ago on midsummer’s day
I witnessed a scene I’ll never forget
Climbing a hill overlooking the bay
Still dark and the sun hadn’t risen yet
Eastern horizon was now a blood red
Traces fading of the stygian night
Mists of the morn were illuminated
With an eerie glow of ghostly grey white
This huge golden orb was now rising fast
Sending rays of light all over the land
The early darkness was now a thing past
Awestruck of the sunrise seen at first hand
Summertime is best to get up and see
Birth of the day in its stunning glory.
Written 17th July 2018-07-18
For dusk or dawn (new poem only) contest sponsored by Emile Pinet.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018