Morning Mourning
poem by:
Cambria L.
Written
on Feb 04, 2015
The morning is a misty haze, Though everything is bright. The morning is a transformation, Day from night. It speaks to me of campfires, Glowing and warm, Or the canoes on the river, Protecting us from harm. Morning whispers thoughts of others, Others long ago, I smile as I think of them, And watch the wind blow.
Tags: happy, sad, love, rhyme, inspirational,
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Trevor Cartwright commented:
That is a nice little poem! I like how you communicate the warm feelings that morning brings. To me, mornings represent new beginnings. Each morning is a new day with many possibilities. Your poem is comforting. Thanks!
