Maxfield Parrish Morn

My dearest and oldest friend, poet and writer Kelli Geopfert, wrote this recently and I had to share, to me it represents the hope and rebirth of life we have every morning. Joy does come in the morning…

Maxfield Parrish morn

Dimple gray through the spires

Orange-purple sigh

A drinkable fire.

How hushed the dawn

How solitary the moment

All whispers and vespers

From thoughts once dormant.

I sing an orison

To the river-like sky

Bowing my head

An innocent child

For this morning-fresh

Fire-forged favor

Looks down on me

In plum-gasped splendor.

Darkling thoughts disappear

In the wings of the morn

And for one splendid moment

A new hope is born.

Copyright Kelli Renee Geopfert 2017