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.
You make it sound a sweet time indeed! Reading everyone's poems, it seems that time to oneself is the key, whether first thing in the morning or last thing at night.
ReplyDeleteInteresting observation by Rosemary. Seems like alone time is the best time for those who are not lonely.
ReplyDeleteThat does seem to be a consensus.
DeleteIt was a very interesting way of sharing your favourite time of the day.
ReplyDeleteNow to join the conversation above, ... I tend to believe that everyone likes every time of the day but each time for a particular activity or task.
Lovely poem Even though I'm a night owl I know the beauty of early morning. Unfortunately I am still human and need sleep:)
ReplyDeleteI'll chose pristine for the word. It seems that's the biggie for this one. Good job!
ReplyDeletethere's something about the mornings...
ReplyDeleteYou almost. make me like morning - not quite though.
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