In Pensive Mood
The dawn breaks grey and desolate.
No song birds sing to greet the day
I view the world disconsolate
It seems that night is here to stay.
But later on the sun will rise,
the morning mists evaporate
and change the world before my eyes.
I only have to watch and wait
As from the east the light will spread.
The sun will rise triumphantly
to take his station overhead.
A sight I welcome heartily.
A blackbird sings. His orison
informs the world that night is gone.
18-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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