Singing a New Morn: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr

(This was a short poem made put together for a friends children's book that they are doing)

Feathers light and dark, meshed together like night and day.

Wings flutter and splash landing in a quiet lucidity upon golden ripples of liquidized glitter; like stars spreading in the sky on a cold crisp morn.

The sun peeks over the hills welcoming warm delight to push the dark away and welcome a beautiful day.

The trees sway back and forth like a giant church choir; with a slow breeze whistling through each branch that sings the song of a new day.

By John McKinley Pride Jr.


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