Treasure Island

Elia Michael


A Beautiful Morning


How to describe this beautiful morning?
The sun rose slowly in the cloudless sky
A perfect yellow globe which was veiling
All in a golden haze that met my eye

Even the industrial dinosaur
The old factory seemed to enjoy basking
In the morning’s gentle sun and no more
Looked to be out of place and menacing

The trees were yet bare but some of them had
A wealth of tight little buds of flowers
But to bloom so early on would be mad
Demanding weeks more of this not just hours

Yet there was a definite feel of spring
So too I thought I heard the songbird sing

Submitted: Sunday, March 09, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014

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