Now In The Morn

Another for the muse.

Now in morn

The wee hour light,

You lay abed

Slumber of night.

I spy you there

Calmy nude,

Your skin aglow

Moonray exude.

Times like these

Make me amuse,

Beholding you

My tender muse.

Reviews

[Sally Hope]

Twelve lines is all it takes to show warmth, affection, and - above all - adoration. Great job.

[Ink Seductress]

Beautiful, tender and mesmerizing all in one. Beautifully penned!

[~]

A tender poem for a tender muse. May her glow never fade away..

[ashleymarie]

I seriously love your work. Continue!

[Madison Rose]

The most breathtakingly beautiful poem.

[James Michael Madison P..]

Hath ye deeper verse divine?

[Alaa Abdelrazig]

Simple and sweet, with just the right dose of rhythm and rhyme.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Just beautiful Sam... The soft tenderness of this piece is lovely.

[Rhys Kihill]

Again, great writing, Sam. I hope your muse knows how lucky she is.

[Moonie]

I like the structure of this poem. Well done! My favourite lines would be
"The wee hour light,

You lay abed

Slumber of night."