“…while the morning was still hesitating between dawn and daylight…” from A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle
I recently realized I’ve written quite a few poems about morning and dawn, about that time when everything begins to awaken for the day. It’s a sweet time that I don’t enjoy enough.
Morning Song gives a nod to this time and the hope it holds.
Cause even though I know there’s hope in
Every morning song
I have to find that melody alone