Morning Medley...

 But I will sing of your strength, 

in the morning I will sing of your love; 

for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.

Psalm 59:16

Dawn yawns on eastern brink

As what we think we know

Of worst and best

Is put to test

By what day will bestow

The land that lay asleep

Is roused by kiss of sun

The cooing of

The mourning dove

Heralds new day begun

The colors of the world

Shed threads of charcoal-gray

Earth dons its gown

Of green and brown

As night is eased away

Morn spills its beauty-feast

Across new come-to-pass

The grace whereby

We laugh and cry

Strews diamonds on the grass

…and flowers to the branch

That weathered winter’s chill

As soft, within

This skiff of skin

He whispers, peace, be still

© Janet Martin