Rising With The Morning Poem by Ernestine Northover
Rising With The Morning
Colour me bright yellow, so I reflect the sun,
Let me sink down gently when the day is done,
Rising with the morning, summer's warmth inbue,
Shining with the happiness of always loving you.
Colour me bright amber, like the autumn's glow,
Let me sink down gently, onto falling leaves below,
Rising with the morning, misty with the dew,
Enveloped with the happiness of truly loving you.
Colour me bright silver, as in the sparkling snow,
Let me sink down gently when the cold winds blow,
Rising with the morning, winter's ice to strew,
Trembling with the happiness of warmly loving you.
Colour me bright emerald, now spring's on the way,
Let me sink down gently on our soft duvet,
Rising with the morning, seeing things brand new,
Sighing with the happiness of me just loving you.
© Ernestine Northover
A poem filled with color, light and music. Beautifully composed. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
This is one of your very best Ernestine, a wonderful theme and beautifully written. One to keep. Love, Andy xx
I have just discovered this one - researching poems on 'colours' for our poetry reading group. Will definitely be taking this one!
Beautiful, Ernestine - the use of color and seasons is very effective. Always ending in love, very satisfying and tender. Again, beautiful...
This poem has so many fine elements to it, warmth, colour, positive out-look, so endearing Thankyou darling! another one of your greats I think! Love duncan X
a lovely poem, Ernestine...a riot of colours and really very soothing images... Asma...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A Kaleidoscopic masterpiece, my dear...such vivid imagery, is almost palpable to the senses.....Sterling (AS IN COLOR ME SILVER) Work, here, young poetess... FJR