Sunrise Poems
Red Rooster's Point of View
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Julian and Joan were married, just as glitter is joined to crystal sun.
Julian was a famous violinist, like redbirds making music, in season.
Joan had a variety of elegant shoes. Of them, she was rightly proud.
Like seagulls of lakes and sky, whom liberty makes scream out loud!
The Halls were very busy people, like smoky shadows, ever moving;
And mornings were most hectic, like windblown petals, disapproving.
Flowering ferns graced their country house, when old friends came;
......
Seven Up
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gold dawn came early
Seven bluebirds on rouge skies
rising up in song
Discovery awaited
on lavender streets up high
Cool breezes were caught
on a 7am flight
Green trees fell away
Sunup had soon turned orange
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Flower of Morning
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
pink marigold sun
in my corner of the sky
awaking vision
plum sky's buttercup
at the sugar frosted pane
day's heartbeat speeds up
daffodil diamond
flower of pearl-orange dreams
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Why?
by Kailey Norris
Why does the sky stay lit after a sunset?
Before a sunrise?
If the light is below our horizon,
how is it still seen?
Where does the black of night come from?
When does a star go from invisible to shining brightly?
11/10/23
Blue Iris
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt
sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song
carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
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Red Rooster's Point of View
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Julian and Joan were married, just as glitter is joined to crystal sun.
Julian was a famous violinist, like redbirds making music, in season.
Joan had a variety of elegant shoes. Of them, she was rightly proud.
Like seagulls of lakes and sky, whom liberty makes scream out loud!
The Halls were very busy people, like smoky shadows, ever moving;
And mornings were most hectic, like windblown petals, disapproving.
Flowering ferns graced their country house, when old friends came;
......
Blue Iris
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt
sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song
carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
......
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;
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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!
