Friday, January 23, 2026

Bad Poetry: Early Mornings

Prompted by Poets & Storytellers United:

Early in the morning while the day is just a-borning
Has long been my favorite time of day.
While the stars fade with the sun up is a pleasant time to run up
To the orchard, and pick flowers on the way.

The silent hours of morning's glow are pristine as new-fallen snow.
The Muse can make her softest whispers heard.
Call it matins, call it morning, call it sunrise, call it dawning;
Every name for morning is a lovely word. 


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