Poems About the Morning by Top Critiquers

Inhaling cool air heavy with moisture
Grey clouds
revealing fragments of a pale blue sky
dappled with pink and white
of early morning light

Morning blossomed softy        
unfurling its lemony petals        
spreading them slowly        
to sleepy meadows        
and sombre sky        
       
radiance of its beauty        
nudged us from our dreams        
and cast a serene glow        
that was untouched and pure        
       
brightening up every object and being        
with its stream of red and golden hues   revealing its splendor to those          
who cared to watch it bloom        
       
Unfolding gently, growing in beauty      ...

Karen woke in someone's bedroom.
She's wearing clothes that are not hers.
Then, someone said "Hello. Carolyn."

Twas an early December morn.
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.

A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.

Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.

Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...