Morning Light Poem by Rich Harney

Morning Light



It was the morning light I liked,
not the hills that rose until....
nor the bottoms of canyons to deep to see,
but... the yellow that trembled in the high meadow,
the phantom gold
just there
then gone.

Monday, October 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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