Bright Light Cafe - Poetry

Early Morn

Each day I watch the sun come up
From o’er the clouded glen,
I listen to the world awake
And wonder where I’ve been.

To miss the beauty of the morn,
To see the earth arise
To look at all her colors spread
When e’er she open her eyes.

To see the land and sky rebound
From the crystal lake,
To hear the birds like trumpets sound
When in the morn I wake.

Aspens in Fall Colors Reflected in Crystal Lake, Near Ouray, Colorado Photographic Print
Hager, James
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