The Morning Wake
A burning unit is shining its ray
finding its way through the watery quay
Asleep on the hill
is a blade of grass
wandering loose, being combed by
a rousing wind;
Intransigent as the ebb and flow
of God's wonderous lake,
he rises like a sundune enlarged;
Meanwhile,
South of Him is a singing pebble
rolling in the sweet breath of morning
smiling with the Suns first yawn
she knows her steady role
as the fishermen cast for their bounty
awake,
by the sea
A burning unit beams down
by the sea.
7/20/2019
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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