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The Call To Morning

Rating: 5.0

I wish I could sleep late.
But I feel the sun
pulling me into the day
even when it’s still well below the horizon
and the sky is only beginning to lighten.

Dawn is a magic time.

Occasionally deer linger in the orchard,
hoping to find just one more apple

still clinging to a lower branch.
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Mary Gordley 17 February 2008

Ken, the world you inhabit, be it actual or born of desire and imagination, is so incredibly beautiful. Thank you again for a truly wonderful poem.

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Michael Pruchnicki 17 February 2008

Ken - Here in Chicago I awaken to another pewter dawn! Skies leaden and dour, like the bedraggled crow in the tree behind the garage.

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