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Praise to the Morning
by Betania TeschI am vulnerable to morning
the pink bends of light
that curl around my head
and pull open my eyelids
with a purple flutter,
startled awake by birdsong
joining cricket chorus
in a morning melody,
pushing me into a day
so filled with futures
and tasting of summer air
heavy with dew and flowersex
sweetening my yawn
and cool air whispers
under my sheets speaking
soft summer secrets
unlocked only in sunrise
pushing me from my bed
and catching unaware
of the possibilities of
another new day. 06/03/2004 Author's Note: I am not a morning person...but when I do get up early, I really love it...to spend it alone...have the whole day to just...create, undo...make life...today was one of those days...
Posted on 06/03/2004
Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/21/04 at 01:31 PM What a delight. These days or precious and priceless when they come. Your last three lines capture the way it has been for me lately. A nice feeling for this old man. Thanks for this morning glory--its arouma sweetmagenta. |
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