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