The Promise of Sunrise

The night fire embers low at five
The sun's passion still hours away
The rooms are cold save near the hearth
The chair with pillowed warmth my place

The lamp turned low the night before
The wick now risen to morning's height
casts a buttery yellow glow
To light my paper and pen to write

The morning's logs are smoking now
Embraced by lazy flames
On the cusp of yielding needed warmth
As last night's dark and chilling wanes

The night's cares move to their alloted space
Leaving room for simpler thoughts
I rest assured that today's intrigues
Will be less complex than yesterday's knots

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-02-24 at 12:59

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This gives a quiet, serene and calming type of moment... contemplations after a dark hour sort of feeling comes to me when reading this. Very pretty and effective wording, enjoyed very much - thanks.

Love it!

I love poetry like this. It reminds me a little of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's tightly constructed and for the most part optimistic and encouraging poetry. Thanks for posting.

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Good job, Joe. Yes, there's always that brief period, early each morning, when anything is possible, even an uncomplicated day.

Id like to repay your comment on my poem, strangely though, for one who enjoys words so much, I find it difficult to express in a comment the worth of another's poetry. I feel I should be able to say how well crafted technically this is or the meter, the this the that, but, as you can see..I know little of that, but, what I do know is, I like it, ..and that for me, is enough.