Morning Light

by John Herlihy

There's something about morning light,

Filling the essence of the day

Expelling all the darkness of the night 

Virgin light with volumes to say

Dawn light sent forth as a breath

Into the fading night to blow,

The emerging day at its birth, 

Pulling the rest of the day in tow

Dawn as overture to the sunrise itself,

The sun pours forth its light as cream

Gathering together its forces as wealth

Shining on trees and grass its light beam

Half the earth bespeckled with dewy light,

As dawn birds of the morning take flight.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Monday 17 November 2025