Morning Sun.

Based on the view out of my office window ( wish I had taken a photo ) this morning. Please note there are two versions of the poem as I can’t decide which I like better.


Version one.

Struggling to rise above the cityscape
The red sun creeps into view
Tinting the sky with fiery shades
As if burning away the last of the night.
And slowly red embers
Light up the morning
And the black shroud of the evening
Quietly melts.


Version two.

It’s just about seven-o-clock
And behind tower blocks
The red sun slowly rises
And the sky turns fiery
To burn away the night
To bring morning’s crimson light.

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