Poem: Morning Sunshine

Poem: Morning Sunshine

Alexander Maxwell

 

She wakes me every day
A soft whisper
Brings the call of dawning
Peeping into my room
Narrow the line, tracing
Floor to ceiling
Comforting it is to know
No-matter whether up or down
She is there, removing
The past, left in darkness
Sliding the curtains, open
Rushing in, illuminating

We are one her and I, entwined
Our journey, our destiny
Birds chirp and sing
Wake my ears, alleviate my mind
A joyful tune, happy
Alive the trees, wave their leaves
Beauty, in shades of green
I heed the call, another day
Awaits, what will be, must be
For only then, may I accept
The truth, the gift
To live, love and be free

 
Copyright Alexander Maxwell 2016
Alexander Maxwell