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
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