How Kind, The Morning

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The morning is kind to me when I awaken
She dallies in waiting till I first peep my eyes
As one is half open and t'other half closed
Yet, both can detect her fresh, golden grin.

"Stay away darkness!" she seemingly says
"At least for now, let me take my turn"
So, darkness agrees and sleeps for a while
And the morning is grateful and laughs with the sun.

As the deer in the meadow bound for the woods
(The cover of darkness now is forfeit)
For, the trespassing deer are really quite shy
And morning has stalked them, back to their haunt.

Still, the morning is bold and hurries ahead
Nought stops her now, not even the rain,
As she braves it head on and shines through the diamonds
Gifting a rainbow, by my window to end.

But my window is closed and the rainbow stalls
And peers at himself in his own reflection
"Who is the fairest ?" asks he to himself,
He, gazing right back as the window is glass.

And what of myself ? what, then, of me ?
Remorses of yesterday spill all about
Then, the kind morning whispers (soon before noon)
"Ah! that was before - today, it is new!"

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I enjoyed the personification in this piece Alan. Really captivating imagery. Morning is always the best time of day. Light over dark anytime. An accomplished write. Very well done.

Chris

[Alan S Jeeves]

Hi Chris, I am pleased that you enjoyed 'How Kind the Morning'. I don't write that many pieces in free verse and if I do I usually use pentameter. I felt this poem would prefer to be free - free as the morning herself.

Kind regards, Alan

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like how the speaker is set into this poem almost as a prop...for the sun, the darkness, the morning, the window and the rainbow, all personified..Who is the fairest of them all...like the rainbow is looking into a mirror....and the last stanza brings us back to the speaker...who deftly asks "what about me?"
Are I not important, too?

Nicely done...free verse with a true rhythm to it.
j.

[Alan S Jeeves]

An excellent interpretation of this piece Jacob. Thanks for enjoying your read.
I think that morning is the wisest part of the day. She must speculate on what may happen that day - the nighttime (in hindsight) already knows. I hope that the rainbow shines through your window too.
Kind regards, Alan

[John the Baptist]

The "remorses of yesterday" do seem to spring up shortly after arising. Don't know why. But the morning, assisted by that first cup of coffee, does disperse them.

[Alan S Jeeves]

Each morning always brings something different for me John. The Yorkshire moors (where I live) are probably at their best as the sun rises upon them. Thanks for the look in John, kind regards Alan.