will morning come today?
will the black of night
fade to blue
illuminating the sickle moon
iridescent dark face
will the blue give way to orange?
amber to rose?
pink to turqoise?
will the firey star shine today?
blinding lookers on
casting a warm hue
over saint and sinner
slave and free alike?
will the chorus of birds
call out in the
predawn darkness
cows lowing bass lines
frogs in percussive accompaniment
a mighty Conductor indeed
can harmonize these many voices
have i heard the symphony?
or merely the cacophony
of preparation?
will morning come today?
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1 comment:
Awesome.
Yes. Morning has broken like the first morning, for want of a poet's originality.
Thanks for the poem
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