Morning – Life Without Definition

Thunder clashes as lightning shoots across the sky,

Rain pounds on the panes and I hear my daughter cry.

Darkness one moment daylight in a flash,

Fear turns to peace before another clash.

It’s loud for a moment as silence ushers in,

A deep sleep and a rest that doesn’t wake me again.

Till morning when the first rays of light peek through,

The shades on my window off the drops of morning dew.

And I open the window to something so fresh and so clear,

A most beautiful morning erased of all fear.

A freshness that only spring storm clouds could bring,

Through the wreckage the very first glimpses of spring.

Wynema Clark 3/12/2013

Tag: Morning