Cold of Morning

by Leonard M Hawkes

I know that cold of Morning:
Gray light, mountain gloom,
Companionship's icy flame,
Small hearted doom.

It is the cold of Morning,
That silent running mind
Beyond the links of reason,
That hedges up and binds.

But morning cold in early June
Swells buds on thorny stems
That blossom into sweetness
As the season bends.


Author's Note: For Heath, found near Piery's Shore.

Posted on 12/13/2006
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/19/08 at 10:25 PM

This poem is truly lovely. Thank you for sharing.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/18/14 at 02:58 PM

Most enjoyable lilt and flow.

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