Morning Rise Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Quietly darkness takes leave
unveiling a pale blue with wisps
of cloud tinted pink hanging
motionless in the summer sky.

An atlantic bound jet reflects
a glancing sun like a minute
mirror moving slowly beyond
sight through a white formation.

As the soft morning light ignites
full throated song there's the
intense vibration of feathered
wings as the landscape exults.

An towards the east a moon,
fruit shaped, like an after image
stands like a sentinel to what
went before...

It is morning rise bearing a new day.