stood at the cusp of morning
dainty rose on a thorn etched bush
light of day was still at dawning
ethereal the sky in cloudy scape
through a window view warming
dew still wet and ever present
ever the heart watchful adoring
oh but the birds they will not hush
such is their task of daylight opening
© gillena cox 2024BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
a poem in 9 lines
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meter and line-length at discretion of poet
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