Church bells chime, birds sings...
Morning's here; strollers,
Hasty their feet to see sunrise.

'Good morning to you,'
Says the old man on the bike
As he pedals his way to work.

Cyan joy smears the gray skies,
Mother bees hurry to see the change of hue,
Waking their offspring to glide with them.

Daylight, a bright fire,
Dancing on celestial sea.
Crimson moon, a shy princess, lost in time.

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by TriTran

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.