It’s Getting Late Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It’s getting late
And the time is going
Slowly on to fade
In its once glowing
Morning red sky
Fading its dream away
Reaching to noon high
With its new day

It’s getting ordinary
The dawn’s breaking song
From waves oceans steery
That to and fro long
Mirror’s flickering beam
Surrounding the rocks here
Just like a red glow dream
Turning on shine everywhere

It’s getting to morn
In even walking time
Where busy times are born
With much of doings prime
So hectic schedule hours
Each day ahead to break
After wakeup downs dower
That from under sleep awake



*With this picture: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3951368569/