Morning Light

just a morning cup of coffee

The  midnight plum of night, is now an ashen haze.

God's living canvas,  make ready the light of day.

Lingering dreams, are ending, with the song bird’s morning glee.

Celestial bodies, retreating, while stars simply fade away.

The horizon, blooms with color, a smile of mauve breaks, first light.

I protest in silence, as I tightly close my eyes.

Hopes of sleep, now fading,

the peaceful night has past.

Morning comes to greet me, as light surrounds me true.

So I stumble, to the kitchen, and fill my cup with bliss.

Soon smiling eyes meet me,

as I hand him a cup.

That rich full aroma, is the gentlest of alarm clocks.

and I head to the eastern bay window to meet the sun and sup.

 

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

From dreamscape misted mind to dawn's trumpeting in sunrise's stimulations - great imagery and wordplay - stanza flow exquisitely carries the reader from start to finish - :-)

[Cherrie]

thank you Phill :)

[R.E. Ray]

I love the scene and the mood you paint with your words, Cherrie. While we often pause under the sheets before or as the sun rises, that first cup beckons us. And, it when another is brewing it, all the better. An enjoyable read!

[Cherrie]

Thank you Robert:) I have always been a morning person, but I find the older I get the more I enjoy the moment.

[Ted Kniffen]

What better way to greet the day? The rhythm flows so well I can feel every moment as though I were rising from my slumbers.
Good write, Cherrie.