Morning Light

Morning Light

A Poem by Cherrie Palmer

just a morning cup of coffee


The  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.


© 2017 Cherrie Palmer

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What better way to greet the day? The rhythm flows so well I can feel every moment as though I were rising from my slumbers.
Good write, Cherrie.

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Added on July 28, 2017
Last Updated on November 14, 2017
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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Bull Shoals Lake, AR

I am a published poet and love poetry. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts with a smile, and a western The Knife That Knew No Mercy. Both stories are fast paced and entertaining.. more..