Here in the Crook 'o Morning

PAD Challenge day 23: write a location poem

Here in the crook o’ morning

We cannot tell what lies

Begging at our doorsteps

Within time’s hungry eyes

The troubadour of sorrow

Or minstrel of our song

Aligns; yesterday’s morrow

Refurbishes the dawn

We touch our heart to heaven

…our feet to living’s dirt

Where have and holding renders

Love’s ever-sacred hurt

…and here in morning’s cradle

Of virgin imminence

We beseech Mercy’s favor

For gracious providence

© Janet Martin