the timid blue

crept across the aching sky
and the misty silence
soothed the pain of darkness

with the dawn came the soft caress
of the wind
and in the stillness of the earth
the sparkling sunshine broke through
and gave birth to morning


2 thoughts on “Morning

  1. Ah, the timid blue – your poem reminds me of my childhood when my friends and our older brothers would go mushroom collecting just before the break of dawn. The sky would start off with a ‘timid blue’ before breaking into a beautiful sun filled morning.

    Very nice poem.


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