Category : Poems

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I lie in my bed and gaze 
out the window pane 
Hoping for a day of sunshine, 
although we need rain. 

Daylight hasn’t yet 
started to break, 
Mist from fog lingers 
over the gate. 

Clouds slowly are lifted. 
I hear the rooster crow. 
Flowers dull, with dew drops 
suddenly are aglow. 

What is this glow that 
brings life to all the earth?  
It's warmth of sun that gives 
every day a new birth 

© Copyright 2001.06 by Jean E. Gorney