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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Whence The Morning Came

Whence The Morning Came Whence the morning came, Skylit from shadows borne. Steeped in sun colours, Night-loss and dark dismissed. A hopeful dawn and The promise of warmth. Whence the morning came, Seeped in light unfurled And sounds distilled, To the daybroken reverie of Impatient bird welcome, Sung on the choral branch. Whence the morning came, Sun rose, at first shy emerged. Unbidden by the high cloud, But grew in confidence, Dispelling the weather worriers, Unclouded and glorious. _________________________________ Sunrise at 6:20am. During a 25 mile sunrise bike ride. So peaceful. So hopeful.

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