Quadrille written for dVerse poets, using the prompt “morning”.
https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/22/quadrille-158-morning-has-broken/
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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.
Hourglass Poetry 
for Time and I
Do battle, gently…
This is such a great description of waking up. It is me every morning. A great poem, wonderfully written!
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Thank you SO Much, Dwight–you’ve made my day!
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You are welcome!
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I am blessed to be a morning person, but I know many struggle. So well done!
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Thanks so much, Linda!
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You’re welcome.
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