Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Before It Is Over...

It is one of those mornings that begs to be broken in with more than a complacent glance...

Over yonder
Barely breathing
Curved against
Earth’s beaming skin
Is a new-born
Burst of morning
Waiting to be
Broken in

Let's be kind,
Oh, let's be gentle 
Soon the newness
Of its birth
Will be nothing
But an echo
Wafting soft
Over the earth

© Janet Martin


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!