Sometimes you can’t see the sun when it rises
Sometimes the clouds overwhelm
Sometimes dark touches the morning
Sometimes the warmth can’t be felt
But then slowly the night will start fading
So slowly, the blue turns to white
Because sometimes the dawn is just waiting
To wrap us up close in its light
Written on a cloudy Halloween morning, at sunrise.
rhyming, nature, musings, short, recently written
Dinosaur Fondue Poetry 