Poetry Corner: Morning

MORNING

Darkness-
Once dressed in regal, velvety robes
and a sneering haughty manner
trudges along
in an ill-fitting gray garment
glancing at the faint glow
on the distant horizon.

The soft crimson aura of first light
declares his defeat and dethronement.

He rolls small beady eyes in exasperation
the urge to rule still aches
like a phantom limb.

Dawn arrives, attired in delicate pink
Lifts her arms
and offers up a thankful song.

It’s the morning of the third day.

Jim Cox is a poet and short-story writer from Colton, California.

Here are some of the other poems we have posted in prior issues:

To see August's poem, click here
To see July's Poem, click here.
To see June's Poem, click here.
To see May's Poem, click here.
To see April's Poem, click here.
To see March's Poem, click here.
To see February's poem, click here.
To see January's poem, click here.
To see the poem for December, 2008, click here.
To read a poem by Steve Turner, click here.