AN
IRISH
CHRISTMAS
DAWN
A heavy, ledge
Hung from the sky,
Dark, clouds
Above the dawn.
Where streaks of pink,
Enticed
My eye,
And to the glow was drawn.
Atop the frosty,
Frozen, brown,
The warm dawn
Stayed in place,
To wait and see
What God
Had planned,
In this peculiar space.
Dark pushed on Rose,
Down to brown, ground,
She cracked, the dawn
Seemed done...
But with God's might,
Some Irish fight,
She became,
The Christmas sun!!!
IRISH
CHRISTMAS
DAWN
A heavy, ledge
Hung from the sky,
Dark, clouds
Above the dawn.
Where streaks of pink,
Enticed
My eye,
And to the glow was drawn.
Atop the frosty,
Frozen, brown,
The warm dawn
Stayed in place,
To wait and see
What God
Had planned,
In this peculiar space.
Dark pushed on Rose,
Down to brown, ground,
She cracked, the dawn
Seemed done...
But with God's might,
Some Irish fight,
She became,
The Christmas sun!!!
3 comments:
I like it very much, but I don't see why so many of your poems end with exclaimation points.
crusader said:
"but I don't see why so many of your poems end with exclaimation points"
I don't know either. I think it's that I'm always so excited about things. like the sun, that I automatically put an exclamation point.
I am very dramatic, I'm afraid!!
You don't say... :) I like your exclamation points. I always do that too, lol...
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