Saturday, July 4, 2015

Good Morning, Little Day

The vault that holds the sun
Above earth’s pleading arc
Of want and need as time-frames bleed
Softens its veil of dark

Another day is born
Yester’s morrow bestows
Unblemished boon of morning-noon
To good-night, dear fellows

Sun-rise, sunset, oh my
The heart struggles to hold
The gossamer of time’s whisper
Wringing the air of gold

Good morning, little day
Beaming from heaven’s door
Where Mercy grants its newborn chance
Like none ever before

© Janet Martin…

This morning when I wrote this the sun had just begun, but I didn't get a chance to post it: now it is slip-slipping away after a day at a family reunion.

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