Morning Does Not Lose Its Way...

Morning does not lose its way

Though tardy, it seeps through gray

Lighting coppice, crag and firth

Sallow orb o’er white-washed earth

Windswept, hinterland and dell

Brace against steel tentacle

Nook and hollow, alley, hill

Nothing can escape its chill

Somewhere softer canticle

Teases turquoise-bathed pebble

Purple pool of morning mist

Veils lush vineyards warm, sun-kissed

Here we brace against the growls

Flung from Old Man Winter’s jowls

Here, at hearth we linger long

Slipper-clad and coffee-strong

Morning wends from heaven-tress

Vexing night’s dark wilderness

Through its howling, headstrong wrath

Morning melts a little path

© Janet Martin

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