Morning

Wisps of sunlight streak  across the sky,

Glow of the morn is hope to mourned depths of a night,

Evanescing shreds of the dark, lost to the day,

The glow , an uplift  for the weary neurons, to the body,

Smiles the leaves, glowing , still wet from yesterdays rain-shower,

All nature aglow with life , a mornings gift...

(poem by Pc-3 , 10/13/2024)