MORNING'S MOLTON GLORY

Morning is a friend

And night,

~ a parent.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Were it not

For memory,

Morning's glory

Would be less dear,

The whiff of ecstasy

It brings,

Its wistful story

Of those other springs,

Like drops of molten gold

And angel's wings

I view from here ~

Would be less real;

But are kept near

In poignant memory.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

It radiates

From deep within,

Brand-new ~

Alive,

Infectious joy.

I never had to tell you.

You always simply 

Knew.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Textured ~

         The day,

                The season's shades

          Play upon

   The screen

Of life

   And weave

             Its fabric

                    To be seen

          By mortal eyes

Attuned to see.

       ______© Nellieanna H. Hay

When someone

Steals your heart

Outright

Then hands it back to you,

The daylight turns into the night;

There's nothing left to do

But to try again to feel.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

When I think of you -

And I do -

It's in colors of the rainbow,

Arched and pulsating

In a kind of rhythmic

Symphony of hue,

Raising us to realms

Above the commonplace.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Forgive my intrusion

On your heart.

I fear I'm caught!

I mean only

To linger briefly

For respite

From onslaught

Of a different sort.

I'll not stay,

Uninvited.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay