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Morning Is Broken

by Tony Whitaker

yellow skies over Pilatus again
Maggie arrives, climbs about
looking beautiful and misty
the only crisp part--that sky
frying near silence
where choughs await

now yellow skies fade
into blue beginnings
then choughs once more

11/19/2009

Author's Note: There is something magical about starting out at 4 am on a hike in the Swiss Alps. Arriving at the peak at sunrise, whether you believe or not, there is a spirit that enters your marrow which feeds your soul.

Posted on 11/19/2009
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/19/09 at 08:39 PM

Your description makes me feel the cold crisp air which invigorates. A beauty in the stillnes that I think aids us in seeing the Creator.

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