When rosters crow
like Nature’s alarm clocks
that rouse a resting Earth,
let Morning come
with virginal blush that peeps
softly through Night’s dark sky.
As a genial Sun rises
to share welcome warmth
and light, let Morning come
for owls returning to roost,
for farmers ready to labor
in their forests and fields.
Let Morning come with its promise
of beauty for ashes, joy for sorrow,
and a spirit of praise for heavy hearts.
Author Bio:
Sandra Bounds writes poetry because she loves it and as an added bonus, the process of writing helps her stay mentally alert in her efforts to survive Parkinson's Disease. She holds a Master of Arts degree in English from Mississippi State University. A retired English teacher, she has taught in both private and public high schools and in community college. She has publishing credits in Australia, England,and the United States.
like Nature’s alarm clocks
that rouse a resting Earth,
let Morning come
with virginal blush that peeps
softly through Night’s dark sky.
As a genial Sun rises
to share welcome warmth
and light, let Morning come
for owls returning to roost,
for farmers ready to labor
in their forests and fields.
Let Morning come with its promise
of beauty for ashes, joy for sorrow,
and a spirit of praise for heavy hearts.
Author Bio:
Sandra Bounds writes poetry because she loves it and as an added bonus, the process of writing helps her stay mentally alert in her efforts to survive Parkinson's Disease. She holds a Master of Arts degree in English from Mississippi State University. A retired English teacher, she has taught in both private and public high schools and in community college. She has publishing credits in Australia, England,and the United States.
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