To arise before sun-up,
A ritual held for many a year.
Watching the sun breach the horizon and erupt,
One that many find most queer.
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The silence treasured,
As the bird snores its song.
The days birth measured,
As its hours plod along.
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Brewing coffee ever so lightly fills the air,
From the window perch dawns light grows.
Soundlessly showing the utmost care,
Slumber reigns majestic as solitude shows.
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Morning…oh blessed morning what have you to say?
Good morning perhaps as it always has done.
There cannot, must not be any other way,
Than to start the day anew as it has always begun.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco —
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Poetry Prompt: We Drink Because We’re Poets – Poetry Prompt #8 – Morning
Dom DiFrancesco 
I think I’ll just go and hide in my corner now!
:)
this night owl is crawling back into bed ….!
great poem though :)
Good night my friend. I am an early to bed early to rise kind of guy. My wife leaves for work earlier than I do and I get up with her in the morning so getting to bed early is mandatory, 4:30 AM comes quickly. :)
4.30? Ugh!!! o.O
I’m use to it now, it was difficult at first. The only draw back is that I go to bed at the same time that I did when I was 6 years old. It doesn’t make for being a party animal. :)
Lol!
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