Morning Poem, June 23, 2016


The morning rain sounded soft on the lawns
And pattered on the windows and sills
So steady as to seem everlasting, like grace
And sweet as a lullaby.

The morning was dark as winter
This second day of summer
This day after the solstice
The clouds covered us over
Like a cool sheet
Offering more rest, extra rest
Reminding, as the Earth was replenished
He giveth to his beloved as they sleep.

Copyright 2016

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