As The Moon Rises

As the moon rises and the sun bids a fond adieu,

As the final shafts of amber day fade to black,

There is a gentle stillness that overcomes earth and man,

One that’s existed since time began.

Our winged friends song falls on silent deaf ears,

Replaced by the somber tune of cricket and cicada.

The rustling of leaves ring vivid to the senses,

Once undetectable amongst the chaos of the day.

Even the lowly housefly finds solace in dusk

Vanishing from sight with nights approach.

Simple is this time where rest encroaches

Though absent of life it is not.

Those of nocturnal bend do rise,

As they live the fullest of lives amongst the shadows.

The lonesome and distant howl echoes in the night,

The song of the owl a signal to impending prey.

These embraced as a welcome tune

Sing me to sleep under starry sky.

Nature–peaceful in all its glory is my lover,

Holding me in her tender arms until we rise with the dawn,

To kiss the newest day.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

To Arise Before Sun-up

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.


The silence treasured,

As the bird snores its song.

The days birth measured,

As its hours plod along.


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.


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.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco —


Poetry Prompt: We Drink Because We’re Poets – Poetry Prompt #8 – Morning

Awake Before Dawn

Awake before dawn,

The air still clinging to summer’s end.

I breath deeply,

Lungs fill with warm moist morning.

Alone to see a new sun rising,

Nothing more glorious could I see

As dark turns to dawn.

Should not Saturdays be for sleep,

Renewal of the body and soul;

I could never fit this mold.

My renewal lies in peace,

Peace in new day’s birth,

Coo of the morning dove,

Dance of the gecko,

Sky vast as the oceans

And just as blue.

With its birth I am reborn;

Starting anew as if my first day,

Nothing could be more glorious.


~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~



Mornings Ritual

Sumatran wafts through silent home

Gently caressing the olfactory.

Warm rays of gold wash across rested faces,

Coaxing them to greet the day.

Is this the making of perfection,

What Heaven on earth must be like?


Morning stings the unaccustomed eyes;

Only temporary as adrenaline trickles

Leading us back to life.

So miraculous, so mundane,

Routine in its simplicity, this art of waking,

Rising from slumber.


Taking in the new day

Like breath Into lungs, body, soul,

Thankful for all that I have,

All that I will give.

With cup…steaming…

I am ready to meet the day.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Welcome Spring

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Welcome sight the breath of spring,

Air so clear, air so clean,

Though we claim the cloudless sky,

It floats away regardless how we try.

From Heaven above to earth below,

We only see what Mother Nature will show.

She plays on emotion- the sun so warm and bright,

Sinks below horizon- we hold with all our might.

To no avail we say goodbye to the day,

Not to have it any other way,

Tomorrow will come and a new day will dawn,

Today is here and yesterday is gone,

Sun comes up as it always has done,

The birds will awake and greet us with song,

Renewal of soul does their singing bring,

As we welcome in a breath of spring.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~