Morning LightA Poem by Cherrie Palmerjust a morning cup of coffeeThe midnight plum of night, is now an ashen haze. God's living canvas, make ready the light of day. Lingering dreams, are ending, with the song bird’s morning glee. Celestial bodies, retreating, while stars simply fade away. The horizon, blooms with color, a smile of mauve breaks, first light. I protest in silence, as I tightly close my eyes. Hopes of sleep, now fading, the peaceful night has past. Morning comes to greet me, as light surrounds me true. So I stumble, to the kitchen, and fill my cup with bliss. Soon smiling eyes meet me, as I hand him a cup. That rich full aroma, is the gentlest of alarm clocks. and I head to the eastern bay window to meet the sun and sup.
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3 Reviews Added on July 28, 2017 Last Updated on November 14, 2017 Tags: night_morning_coffee AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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