by Pamela Lamppa

Created on: February 08, 2007   Last Updated: December 09, 2008

Winter Sunrise
(A Retourne)

I wake up early with black morn
for sunrise hardest yet to catch.
Her butter cream and silhouette
etched deep forever in my mind.

For sunrise hardest yet to catch
is vision worth my shaken dream
as morning air falls crisply still
with frost a glitter from bright moon.

Her butter cream and silhouette
tint at horizon where her gold
in slumber stretches tendrils then
in witness of her morning rise.

Etched deep forever in my mind
this glory now could not surpass
such beauty waking early dawn
as winter morn with gold sunrise.

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