Morning Glory

(in Triolet)




















The stillness haunts the lonely night
Bows, to the dazzling face of dawn;
Reticent stars no longer bright;
The stillness haunts the lonely night
And, hides behind snow fluffs of light
Sailing, through sky like cotton drawn;
The stillness haunts the lonely night.
Bows to the dazzling face of dawn.

© Paterika Hengreaves