Morning Glory

(in Triolet)






















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

© Paterika Hengreaves