Ken Asher

Rookie (1950 / Oregon)

Goddess Of Morning

On cold winters morning, glistening and crisp
She rises as the sun, glowing, warm welcome given
She blesses this day with her precious gifts
Warmth, love, beauty, passion, carried on winds eternal

She gazes towards skies, pale and gray
Waning stars blinking their passing farewells
The moon bows it's sad departure
Awaiting it's return to bid her goodnight

[Report Error]