A cool winter dawn silently
Sneaks into my musty room
Dispelling darkness, carrying
Away night's eerie gloom
Waking up I come out to
Hum my morning prayer
Looking at sky where from
The winter is going to bare
A scene of unmatched glory
Of a snow tipped mystic hill
Encircling its base flowing
With a song a slender trill
Agitated wings dappled with
Tinge of soft crimson glow
Are carried away by clouds
As they move high and low
Over miles of swinging
Crops, the whispering wind,
A guest from the West, lends
A touch, smooth and kind
From behind rugged hills
The sun comes to set its mark
Waking me up from a reverie that
I have to attend my day's work
a wonderful picture you paint with your words..... The sun comes to set its mark Waking me up from a reverie that I have to attend my day's work........ beautiul work....
A splendid reverie, indeed, of a beautiful morning. I believe you have gathered all of the beauty of the morning, and arranged it here in thoughtful stanzas of peace and light. Bravo, good poet.
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The soft shining beauty of the winter morning reflects through your poem.To quote from the poem- - - - Waking up I come out to Hum my morning prayer Looking at sky where from The winter is going to bare
I am glad you liked the poem. Honored. Thanks.