Poetic librarian

One Morning

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: October 30, 2009

One morning

the sky was gray

I didn’t know what to do

or  say

 

One morning

the sun shone bright

and I knew

then and there

that everything would be all right

 

But mornings

turn to afternoons

and afternoons

to evenings

And when I come to the end of each day

I wonder about its meaning.

1 Response to "One Morning"

Deborah,
Are you the author of these insightful words ?
Very nice,
Paul

p.s. “one morning”, loved it…

Leave a Reply