Morning Aubade Poem by Aneesha Roy

Morning Aubade



I opened my shuttered window wide,
Hoping to soak up the colours outside
But to my utter dismay, I realized
That nature was not willing to oblige
For the morning was weeping
And so was I.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
One cold winter morning, I opened my bedroom window, discovering to my utter bewilderment, that my mood was being mirrored in the various objects of nature
outside my window.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susy Evelyne 02 November 2013

The unusual and elegant title drew me in and I enjoyed this short, poignant poem. You made the best of a disappointing morning by writing about it. Good flow and rhythm.

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