Dawn breaks the stranglehold
of a sleepy dusky night.
The sun peers above the eastern horizon
as morning begins to break into full glory.
Flowers open their petals wide
to allow the warmth inside;
birds leave their roosts
to wander the sky.
The morning’s glory soars
on delicate golden wings
as the early birds begin to sing.
Morning’s glory looks down on all
awakening with sleepy eyes,
preparing them to go
through a brand new day
that starts with the morning’s glory
and the sun shining bright.
9 December 2009
Thank you for such beautiful words to wake up to David - - the comparison of the glory and magic of daybreak with the name of a flower too is very poetic. 10 from Fay with hugs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well.......another beautiful poem on morning...........thanks for sharing