(023) The First Sunrise Of Fall Poem by Danny Reynolds
(023) The First Sunrise Of Fall
High enough upon a ridge
He let the first faint tinge of frost
Cloak him with no cruel
Awakening
All his grains of coloured sand
Meticulously laid to hand
He watched and waited
Teased the dawn
“Good morning dawn.
Your time has come
Today you will be mine to give
To share with she who wonders where
the partner for her bed has gone”
And so he filled his glass collage
High up on Cartmel Fell
He framed a dawn of duck-egg blue
On a bed of crimson and caramel
“This, my love, when next you see
I pray reminds, your heart of me.
These brush strokes of a rising sun
May bring some comfort
Now I’ve gone”
Every story tells a picture or three, and behind these carefully chosen and poetic words there's beauty, love, and sadness and more.. lovely evocative poem of deceptive depth ..
Ah, Danny...ye have the heart of a true poet...and all the words that go with it. This is simply lovely and I'm saving it in my favorites. Raynette
As always, my dear friend, when you put your mind to it, and your heart into it, your writing turns into a thing of joy and beauty! ! I love it! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 7:22:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely beautiful. Praise for your eloquent pen. I like what you see from your personal window on the world. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra