Morning Time


Sun sheen in the eastward sky

painting the hibiscus

in red streaked illumination

tropical imagination

highlighting the hopeful heart leaves

of purple morning glory.

Those things with feathers

the original angry birds

one pissed off cardinal

sending chippety-chirps

carefully coded reminders

that seeds have not yet rained from the sky

in sunflower abandon.

I have, in these years,

discarded the ragged

too late sleep of my youth

to embrace these meek mornings

first light, sky regal

as if God’s fingertips

are imparting strands of

gleaming, glimmering vibrance.

Raking radiance

in abundance

as sacred rays of sunlight

seal this covenant

with nature.


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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