Morning Call for M' lady Vanessa

tertameter sonnet

 

 

Morning call

 

The morning sun explosively.

 Soars aloft from beneath the sea

 as though afraid he might be late.

So full of joy he cannot wait

to tell the world its time to rise

 and rub the sleep from out their eyes.

Then stretch their stiffened joints and yawn.

The night has flown so greet the morn

Dependent on their attitude

some men express their gratitude.

While others bitterly complain

because it’s time to work again

 Which makes no difference to the sun.

He travels on his duty done.

 

23-Jun-08

Reviews

[Ray Hamilton]

It has been raining here for a week, the sun is on holidays LOL
I enjoyed this write
Thanks Ray { Not a Poet }