Morning Magic

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Morning Magic

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the dew drips golden in this place
wraps trees in crystaline embrace
as this Spring day breaks rich and chilled
the morning sun ignites your face

you approach cloaked in this sunrise
beneath a sky blue as your eyes
my spirit sings my heart is thrilled
your beauty leaves me hypnotized

bird songs carry on freshened breeze
flowers wake to the kiss of bees
my cup of bliss this moment filled
this magic brings me to my knees

I feel each day my true love build
quite certain by the gods it’s willed
this golden morn sweet tears are spilled
so thankful for these dreams fulfilled

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rob kistner © 2019

  • This poem is 8 syllables per line, exactly the same as Robert Frost’s “Stopping By A Woods On A Snowy Evening”. The rhyme pattern to my piece here is: AABA CCBC DDBD BBBB

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