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Aubade to morning words from “When sleeper Wakes” by H. G. Wells

Morning

As I wake to

a fresh new morning

the rosebud quietly opens

in the melody of

the same spreading sun

devoted to warming

both our faces.

 

Kathleen A. Dorholt 

NaPoWriMo 2019

April 17, 2019

Rise

One velvet butterfly

folds its dazzling gold wings

on brilliant violet softness

I rise to taste

this fresh sensual morning

 

Kathleen A. Dorholt

4/8/2019

NaPoWriMo 2019

Morning Geese

Morning sun beams a beacon on the spring scene . . .

The geese gathered once again to the fishing hole.

One female inches into the nest under the islet’s only tree

Its male ganders on shore, neck solidly stretched at every sound . . .

Ready to retaliate with haunting honk guilty or innocent intruder.

The pair call to one another occasionally over the slight chill

In love songs, I like to think, purely primitive in nature . . .

Intrinsic interpretation stirs my human heart.

 

 

K. Dorholt

4/12/18 NaPoWriMo 2018