Morning

A morning walk

 

Sleep, that sleepy slumber

As twilight combs the sky

And dew collects

On Leaves of grass

 

The sinewy serpent of night

Flees from the light

And the last shimmery moon beams

On casements catch

 

The morning star

Like the warm glow from the mountain rises

Cutting through the shroud of night

Pouring out the new light

Glistening on the dew

 

Sleep, that sleepy slumber

As twilight combs the sky

And dew collects

On leaves of grass 

Reviews

[R.D.Scott]

I really love this piece. So beautifully written. It makes me want to be a star in the sky and watch it all happen. Brilliant.

[Cassandra]

Beautiful imagery here. That second stanza is really great. I can just picture a jet black snake slithering away from the vicious rays of moonlight.. This makes me want to go to sleep and rise early enough to watch the sunrise :) I like it very much. Nicely done.