To New Days Dawning

New Days Dawning

To New Days Dawning…from winters growl.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun approaches day with a tentative countenance,
unsure its opportunity to pervade the sky,
as winter’s growl, crisp and chilling to the touch,
nudges the pale sun’s will to imply.

That this season is a grey rendering
of vibrant echoed past still in memory,
yet frost completes the morning task,
as mist descends in soft white pedigree.

As sun recedes in disappointment,
its momentary flush but a figment of summer’s fancy,
and clouds move in to quash its rebel soul,
as fading day turns to bleak and motionless atrophy.

Where did morning go, its brief encounter a total lie,
and now the time has removed itself from mind,
to revel in the dark and brooding sky,
and leave me wanting, bereft of warmth of any kind.

My woe is deep and abiding,
my hope so dashed and wanting,
in this the winter solstice, my fleeting demarcation line,
to mark the beginning of the long climb back to warmer dreams,
to hope-filled schemes and new days dawning.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “To New Days Dawning

  • June 28, 2016 at 2:46 PM
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    “Where did morning go, its brief encounter a total lie” what an interesting line, how true, it often tells us the rest of the days behavior. Often a morning dictates if the sun will shine or leave the frost in the air to chill us to our bones. Oh how thankful life is for the Sun, for without it’s grace, our life would be but a dark, cold slow death. So when the Sun reveals it’s presence, the rest of the day is but a splendor to behold, no matter how cold or wind driven our spirits my be. Nicely penned Tony.

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  • June 28, 2016 at 6:30 PM
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    Thanks Vincent, I can’t but write the weather at the moment; winter is a bleak state of affairs. Cheers!

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  • June 28, 2016 at 9:14 PM
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    Ohh! Here is a hug for warmth, Tony. Winter can be chill and bleak, but the sun always comes back, it is always there if one sees with the heart, and the warmth will fill the soul. I feel very spiritual tonight. I love your weather reports and the phrases you use are so unique, emotive. Warmth abides within. Take care and abandon woe if you can. xx

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  • June 29, 2016 at 2:26 AM
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    It’s more whinging that anything else. I love aspects of all seasons, but I do have trouble with endless days of grey gloom. Anyway, glad you enjoy my weather reports. Cheers!

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