Winter Morn
The cold North Wind has blown into town.
The earth, in her bridal wedding gown
awaits the glistening eye of sun
to smile (as if to say “you’re the one”)
and as smiling face sheds morning light
her gown reflects it, making bright
the world once shrouded, still and gray.
‘Tis glorious, this, the dawn of day.
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1 comment:
Thanks Ed! Nice poem.
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