mist-like rain
roses adorning
the wind sighs
my soul sings
‘tis morning


I couldn’t sleep before assuaging the Muse after that dreadful NaPoWriMo! A Blackout Poem was just what I needed to lure her back from hiding! 😉 based on the poem below, found words on bold text:


Paul Laurence Dunbar – 1872-1906

The mist has left the greening plain, 
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain
The coquette rose awakes again 
     Her lovely self adorning
The Wind is hiding in the trees, 
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease, 
Until the rose says “kiss me, please” 
    ‘Tis morning, ’tis morning. 
With staff in hand and careless-free, 
The wanderer fares right jauntily, 
For towns and houses are, thinks he, 
   For scorning, for scorning,
My soul is swift upon the wing, 
And in its deeps a song I bring; 
come, Love, and we together sing
“‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.” 

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