Poetry Friday : August 26, 2016.
I never tire of the quiet peace of the early morning hour with its sleepy rhythms and sweet freshness. It is about that hour — when one day fades to a memory and the next has not yet begun — that I write.
In the early morning
When darkness is a shroud
And the song birds sleep
I awaken
And in that hour
Today becomes yesterday
The sun has not yet risen
Slumber still embraces
A train whistle blows
My dreams slip away
And in that hour
I arise
My hopes chase doubt
My faith conquers fear
Joy gives me strength
My thoughts turn to you
And in that hour
Tomorrow becomes today
© 2016 Alice Nine
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You have described my favorite writing time, too!
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Oh dear. When I see the sunrise (too often) I’m the candle, burnt both ends – so not able to revel in them quite like you. I’m usually as far as the east is from my best at sunrise. So I will savour your poem and pretend… 😉
Thanks for stopping by and reveling in my sunrise hour with me, Kathryn, when your candle isn’t too low.
Early mornings are my favorite time of day and I posted about them last week. Your poem is lovely and it’s so nice to know there are kindred spirits awake and enjoying the “sweet freshness” of the new day and that hour when “tomorrow becomes today.”
Thank you. Ah, I enjoyed your morning post!
Sunrise is a magic time when all time seems possible. I don’t even remember the gray in my hair in that colorful twilight.
Brenda, I laughed out loud when I read about not remembering the gray in your hair. Love your “magic time when all time seems possible.”