Rod Morris

Rookie - 171 Points (14-09-1934 / Auckland, New Zealand)

Time Span - Poem by Rod Morris

As day is coming to an end, our eyes turn to the west
The sun seeks out the silent hills to hide behind and rest.
With one last burst of energy once more it covers all,
Pinks, greys, and all between, the beckoning nightfall.

Stars at last can come alive, to glisten sparkle shine,
Show the way to the moon, its ghostly path to climb.
Incandescent light covers all in subtle white moonglow,
It stirs the creatures of the night before it has to go.

Out to the East there stirs a glow, softly, quietly, tender.
The skies alight, alive, it lives, in kaleidoscopic splendour.
It now glows orange, yellow, red, it loses shades of grey.
We stand and look, we marvel at, the birth of a new day.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 16, 2012


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