Sunrise poetry

Poetry on a white notebook. The poem is about how Jesus gives a new sunrise every morning, reminding us of his goodness and that all things are new. Sun, horizon and sky. The sun meets the sky.

The east is yellow as a daffodil.Three steeples—three stark swarthy arms—are thrustUp from the town. The gnarlèd poplars thrillDown the long street in some keen salty gust—Straight from the sea and all the sailing ships—Turn white, black, white again, with noises sweetAnd swift. Back to the night the last star slips.High up the air is motionless, a sheetOf light. The east grows yellower apace,And trembles: then, once more, and suddenly,The salt wind blows, and in that moment’s spaceFlame…

Orignal poem and sunrise photo by Catherine Valente

Oct 20, 2018 - she’s always preferred sunrises over sunsets... she likes beginnings - butterflies rising

The sky has changed from orange to a hundred shades of pink to a dark navy blue. And here I am still loving you.

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