The Coming of Morn

by Dorinda Duclos

White, bright, in the grayest of days

Fallen snow gathers in a crystalline haze

Sunbeams capture her radiant face

Shining her light on this dreary, cold place

Heavenly beauty, ethereal sight

Gossamer wings reflecting the light

Of sky’s golden orb, in the pale of the day

Yet, starlight encaptures in frozen array

Sparkling softly, her grace, to adorn

Patiently awaiting the coming of morn



©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved


4 Comments to “The Coming of Morn”

  1. Beautiful words that paint an exquisite picture.

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