Painting a Picture Poetically

With our Beautiful, Metrical English Language

By Josie Whitehead

Winter Sunrise
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By Josie Whitehead

New Dawn

The owl returns when dawn arrives,
     Its hooting voice still shrill,
As sun’s bright rays light up the sky
     Behind the distant hill.

The wind’s refreshing breath removes
      Night’s mantel from the sky
And leaves a world, both bright and clear
       To warm the watchful eye.

The cockerel calls to welcome in
      This new and glorious morn
And it seems the world of nature’s glad
      That this new day’s been born.

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