The Bright Son Rises Poem by Jonathan Andrews

The Bright Son Rises

Rating: 5.0


Brave morning's guide by gilded shafts announced,
His silver yawns streaming upward in ribbons of wisp,
Turns his grasp toward lofty heights
And with a laugh rises to greet the new day, beaming.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was waking up my newborn son Tobyn one morning around sunrise.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh Rai 15 October 2013

nice n interesting. lovely write.

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Nidhi Saxena 10 September 2013

Short but interesting... Good write! !

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