Sunrise Poems
First Flush
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the sun rose lemon
wildflowers speckled the grass
marigold gardens
the skies were orange
with touches of red and mauve
the wind burst with sound
colorful birds sang
their mystery treetop songs
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Cock Robin's Song
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a capable, urban professional, quite eagerly living the high life;
Like pink robin, of the saffron noon zenith, afore shadows bloom rife.
My daily work was very challenging, and it allowed me to be creative;
Like the generous stains of colors, which to changing skies, are native.
Since things were going well, with few issues, I believed I was happy,
Like sunbeam roses. Yet, often heard were the words, 'Make it snappy!'
Freshwater pearls free-fell from clouds, in a June of flavorful cherries;
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A Past Pastime
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Humpty Dumpty lived in make-believe land, like dreamy shadows get long;
And he dwelt in a house near a wall, among merry, crimson, oriole throngs.
He had a figure equally rotund and jolly, and was therefore loved by many;
And made his living as an apt teacher, as Thursday learns from Wednesday.
He helped the spirited children to learn, and also helped the children laugh,
As roses in the sky govern dawn's path, in pearl moon's, riotous aftermath.
Folks far and near visited Humpty, beneath azure skies of frequent friends;
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A swirl of amaretto
by Amy Michelle Mosier
A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment.
Cheery Spring
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Green
has graced
everything.
Tulips tango,
Red cardinals sing.
Come down to the hued fields
where the grape hyacinths bloom;
and the yellow daffodils smile.
We'll greet exhilarating, fresh thrills,
when apricot sun climbs over the hills.
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Morning’s quiet
by William Poppen
Turn out the lights
catch the night’s bequest
Train your eyes on the horizon
sunrise is approaching
Notice how blue is shading
from deep to pale
There are no shadows
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Cock Robin's Song
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a capable, urban professional, quite eagerly living the high life;
Like pink robin, of the saffron noon zenith, afore shadows bloom rife.
My daily work was very challenging, and it allowed me to be creative;
Like the generous stains of colors, which to changing skies, are native.
Since things were going well, with few issues, I believed I was happy,
Like sunbeam roses. Yet, often heard were the words, 'Make it snappy!'
Freshwater pearls free-fell from clouds, in a June of flavorful cherries;
......
Soon Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Claire Catt was having tea one afternoon
Reading a book, as blue birds sang a tune.
The cat sat, loving fragrant breezes of June;
Until she saw red sun, chasing pale moon!
Claire jumped up yelling, 'Nothing is right!
For how can gold sun, run into black night?'
But, orange sun returned, with dawn light.
Then Claire said smiling, now all is right!
Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city’s haze.
Brown is the wren’s bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
Night – adieu!
A swirl of amaretto
by Amy Michelle Mosier
A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment.
