Morning Comes Odd Hours (dVerse Quadrille)

Quadrille written for dVerse poets, using the prompt “morning”.


Morning comes to me

At odd hours, for Time and I

Do battle, gently…

Autumn soul born of shadows

Twilight, midnight—dawn calls ‘sleep’

Rare now-n-then, eyes

Feast upon pale splendored day

Sun’s rays arise, shine…

God’s glorious grace rests light

On drowsy poet

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

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