My dearest and oldest friend, poet and writer Kelli Geopfert, wrote this recently and I had to share, to me it represents the hope and rebirth of life we have every morning. Joy does come in the morning…
Dimple gray through the spires
Orange-purple sigh
A drinkable fire.
How hushed the dawn
How solitary the moment
All whispers and vespers
From thoughts once dormant.
I sing an orison
To the river-like sky
Bowing my head
An innocent child
For this morning-fresh
Fire-forged favor
Looks down on me
In plum-gasped splendor.
Darkling thoughts disappear
In the wings of the morn
And for one splendid moment
A new hope is born.
Copyright Kelli Renee Geopfert 2017