Out On An Early Morning Stroll Poem by Celestine Ikwuamaesi

Out on an early morning stroll,

while people roll in bed, snoring,
encore on dreamy shores, I looked up.
The sun was on a drill, dressing up
clumps of clouds for a parade.

I needed to grab my share of shade:
a gray, a gold, a subtle purple
set against a bright blue. I thought
of a rainbow; my heart ran to Noah.

Is beauty for the eye only?
Does it tickle the nostril, too?
I sniffed the air for scented beauty
from dewed flowers, moist green lawns,
classy hedges—the home-grown pride.

No match!

No match for the morning sky!
The sun wakes, splashing colors;
at dusk, the clouds are golden.
Beauty shies from open eyes.


© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi