What the Morning Said
An orange-rose halo suffused
the eastern horizon
like the dawn of a fresh new world.
Our celestial furnace, still veiled
beyond the eastern edge,
lent its glow to the bright silver disk
still hovering in the western sky.
In the chill still of an autumn morn
where yesterday greets tomorrow,
a sermon wrought of science and spirit
whispered through the aether,
"All is hope.
All is promise.
All is awakening,"
robyn selters
Absolutely lovely is this transporting poem
Absolutely lovely is this transporting poem
harrietc
Robert- I love the last three lines of your poem. One of my personal mottos: every day is a whole new day. Fantastic job. -Harriet
Robert- I love the last three lines of your poem. One of my personal mottos: every day is a whole new day. Fantastic job. -Harriet
Fay Slimm
All is applause from my page to yours for this wonderful verse which needs reading again and again dear Robert. - - - Bookmarked for sure.
All is applause from my page to yours for this wonderful verse which needs reading again and again dear Robert. - - - Bookmarked for sure.
heather wilkins
great good morning poem.
great good morning poem.
Lynda Robson
An inspiring write to greet the new day
An inspiring write to greet the new day
carol
just beauiful good morning robert
just beauiful good morning robert
Absolutely beautiful...I love the verse and form. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing