Morning
The last star
Of night,
Broke through
The cool dusky morn.
Dewdrops glistened
In its faded light
As the next day
Was born.
Like sparkling gems,
And precious stones
Clinging to each
Blade of grass
The Earth they adorn.
Softly songs of
Mocking birds break
The quiet calm,
Floating through
The air on this
Cool and dusky morn.
Morning by Daelyn H. Appleton is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.