Short poems for a bright spring morning

Painting by Edvard Munch

Edvard_Munch_-_The_Sun_(1911)

All awakenings
Should be shot with gladness,
Like the first dawn blush
In the eastern sky,
And the song of the first bird.

* * *

Rising sun reaches
Between scattered clouds,
Tears the tattered veil of morning,
Turns shadows into light.

* * *

Buds swell,
Green spring
Creeps slowly to eclosion,
And in the promise
Of blossom and summer scents,
Are all of autumn’s falling leaves.

* * *

When first we met,
And we were young,
We took life easy
As a summer’s day.
We gave no thought
How seasons turn,
And winter’s never far away.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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