Morning, Afternoon And Evening Poem by Ernestine Northover

Morning, Afternoon And Evening

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Waking up to the morning’s pattering rain,
Tapping relentlessly on the windowpane.
I struggled hard to try and ascertain,
By looking outside towards the weathervane,
What hope there was that the showers would refrain,
Across a misty and dripping wet terrain.

By afternoon the sun had raised a smile,
The distant hills were clear, mile upon mile,
And now the scene had started to beguile.
A robin sang his song, perched on a stile,
Then flew off beyond the drenched woodpile,
Into a balmy landscape, so fertile.

Evening called, the sunset spread its hues,
Slowly silhouetting familiar views.
The sky then faded into deepest blues.
Kicking off my restricting high heeled shoes,
Aware of how quickly a tender blister ensues,
I relaxed, listening to the owls tu -whit -tu -whoos.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Blakemore 18 September 2008

I bet this took you ages to write Ernestine. Lovely rhyming structure, a real pleasure to read. Love, Andrew x

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This is so eloquently carved. A poem in the life of a day. t x

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Duncan Wyllie 11 October 2007

You describe the changes of dawn till dusk so well Ernestine, and Ohhh that taking of, of the shoes at the end on a long day, ahhh..what a great feeling Curl up with a cup of tea in a nice comfy chair...relax Love duncan X

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x... x... 10 October 2007

You write so beautifully Ernestine.....Your descriptives have an elegant touch that make the reader feel good inside....it's actually raining her, misting that is, for the first time since August and it appears our 90 degree days might have ended on Monday.....lovely poem, especially on a rare sunless day here in the east....love, marci.xo

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David Harris 10 October 2007

Ernestine what a wonderful picture you paint, so relaxing. Just what I needed my friend. Beautiful. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David

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