Day, arise!

Children of the morn,play around for a while,Your father’s doleful;the clouds his visage hide,that his fair eyehe may align,upon great gloomsof the grey high,Play aroundfor just a while.Children of the morn,play around for a while,Ponder upon his lapthe world that’s nigh, ’bout which,to your heart’s content,upon the ray plumesenquire.Skip, prick, prod and shine.Children of theContinue reading “Day, arise!”

Friday Morn

It is a day I like, that swells in jasmine trailswhile in scarlet mists a Sun thus born:pilfers ginger yellowand slips the piquant in my tea;mild perhaps is a Sun leftin every sip of ginger-tea!And the dough gobbles the bakerchurned, kneaded,he now swells in hints of cinnamon:by dawn a baker’s thus reborn.From grace to witnessContinue reading “Friday Morn”

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