An Early November Morning Poem

 

 

 

 An Early November Morning

 

 

As the night turns

Quietly into day

The soft pink glow

Arises above mountains,

Kissing edges of clouds

Still carrying the dark grey

Of sleep and stillness.

Indoors, the watcher,

Also carrying the remnants

Of sleep, in deep connection

With the infinite view,

Shares intimate space

With the delicate glass lights

Of the humbly sized tree

Adorned of late

With reflecting forms

Hanging restfully Awake.

 

 

MS 2025 

 

 

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