Morning

(from April 4th)

The moon settles low hanging on by a thread
as night winds into dawn
the rooster crows its wake-up call
the robins sing their song

a flaring sky sparks at the tips of the trees
an effusion of warmth and light
the glow of day spreads over the land
as the sun lifts into flight

a ghostly shroud emerges
from the dew stained grass
undulating to its own habanera
sashaying ’round and through golden shafts

over the ground the mist hovers
then leisurely vapors away
unveiling a cerulean sky
Good morning oh beautiful day!

~TM 2012

*In Celebration and Recognition of National Poetry Month!

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