Very early prior to car wheels turning
and horns honking in the streets.
Before lines form for morning coffee
and sidewalks overflow with people
rushing to shops, schools, and
offices.
A sliver of light shines through a window
On the top floor of an old high – rise.
Behind the sheer ivory drapes
Drowsy child eyes peer through the opening
At the lovely pale pink morning sky
Washing light on the outside walls
And the mirror image beside it.
Reflecting the structures many rows
Of various size and shape windows.
Vacant windows — dark as night.
Unoccupied illuminated windows.
A pastel watercolor morning sky
Painted a lovely memory in a little mind.
—Before the swift departure.
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and Poet's United.
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I can see the lovely morning sky, the sleepy eyes, and feel the portent in your closing lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
DeleteI think I've been that kid... night and the early morning can be wonderful... except at the moment when this happens after 8:30 :-)
ReplyDeleteLol... me too, thank you.
DeleteI wasn't always a morning person. I only became one out of necesity for work, then the habit stuck. But being there to watch the magical way the rising sun illuminates the world- it makes it feel like I am in on a special secret.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rommy.
DeleteLovely descriptions, especially the "watercolor morning sky".
ReplyDeleteLuv your morning rising. I especially luv dawn and i would most times watch the sky clearing
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Muchđź’–love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteThis is lovely. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Chrissa.
DeleteThis is really such a beautifully atmospheric write.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary.
DeleteI see the sliver of light at the window and then the light wash of the walls--vivid details.
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely, dreamlike, gentle - but the last line disturbed me because upon first read a darkness flashed in my mind. Leaves me curious...
ReplyDeleteThanks, I see what you mean, probably should have worded it differently... I just meant before the beautiful sky disappeared. Lol
DeleteIt was for those first gleams amid shadow I think that I became a morning person. All the silence in the house as I crept down to watch "Roy Rogers" on TV. Silently and delicately crafted here - a wonderworld.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brendan.
DeleteI'm a night owl but sometimes I see the dawn because I have not gone to bed yet.You describe the dawn as it is...pastel and magical. I resent having to sleep at all because there is so much to do and enjoy. Merry Christmas and best wishes for the New Year Vicki.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much.
Deletei think only a child can see all the glorious colours of the morning. as for old me, i am glad just to see the light. :)
ReplyDeletevery nice poem with good imagery and colours. enjoyed it.
Thanks so much.
DeleteYou have painted this morning so beautifully with your words … I am there.
ReplyDeleteLove this beautiful view shared through those sweet child eyes. Simply lovely writing Vicki!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie.
Deletedawn from a high rise- a vivid painting indeed!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful description!
ReplyDeleteThese lines are lovely -
"Drowsy child eyes peer through the opening
At the lovely pale pink morning sky"
The last stanza also sums the description of morning sky so beautifully - "Pastel Watercolor morning Sky"
Thoughtfully written poem!
Thanks so much.
DeleteAhhhh! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much.
DeleteI can see that drowsy child's eyes awaken to the beauty of morning.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara
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