Morning
In the stillness of morning, A hint of mist rises, Embracing the soft earth; Birds perform their pilgrim songs, The sun creeps slow, alluring, Painting the day with golden hues, In gentleness and glory, anew.
- Amy Lowell
Morning
In the stillness of morning, A hint of mist rises, Embracing the soft earth; Birds perform their pilgrim songs, The sun creeps slow, alluring, Painting the day with golden hues, In gentleness and glory, anew.