WAITING FOR SUNRISE 

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The first frost of winter this morning and the garden is white over.  The water in the
big brown bird bowl on the path is frozen and when I looked out, the ice glittered in the sun.
This poem has been on my blog before but I hope you enjoy it again.   I really wanted 
to bring the hay fields back.  These fields were north of Dundee and the sheer beauty of
them smiling into the cold morning remains with me.   Plus I wanted the warmth of Love
to be in this frosty morning.

   WAITING FOR SUNRISE 

There they are,
Sheaves of hay lying in the fields
Like golden Lovers,
Waiting for sunrise,
Waiting for the sun’s warmth
To cradle their tired heads.
Make soft shadows of eyelashes
Lying quiet against their faces. 

Don’t wake them,
Let them rest.
For over the thorn hedge
In the next field waiting,
Winter rests on its elbow,
Frosty fingers all set
To kill summer stone dead. 

Here comes the sun.
Time enough now to shake their shoulders
Before the frost gets close enough to touch them.  

Hold hands, Lovers. 
Hold hands and run.
                                         © 2019 Gwen Grant

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7 thoughts on “WAITING FOR SUNRISE ”

  4. Thank you so much. I’ve been rereading your blog on Scott and Zelda again. Just those few words of his but lovely enough to stick in the mind. What a gif these two were to the world but how much we could wish they had a better and more peaceful life. So glad you liked the poem. Every poem is an adventure and it’s good when they seem to get home. Freezing here – hope it’s a bit warmer for you.
    Gwen.

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  5. Scott and Zelda fascinate me – what lives they had when they were young. But then the suffering. I agree with you about poetry being an adventure, especially yours – they transport me! It is lovely here today. Take care!

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