The Rising Sun

Sky and the Valley
Today, I watched the sunrise.
I remembered a dawn from long ago.
The fading moon has fled the sky again.

My eyes reviewed the dome above me.
The sky is always beautiful.
As a bird called, I looked up.
As it crossed the lake, it was free.

It is rare that I wake up in time.

When I see the morning light,
the day is special and full of joy.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Sky and the Valley. By Massmo Relsig [Image license]

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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