Slinking shame-faced, sunrise sings,
cymbals strike on golden wings;
shame surrenders to the dawn,
symphonic hymn trills cosmic yawn.
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Slinking shame-faced, sunrise sings,
cymbals strike on golden wings;
shame surrenders to the dawn,
symphonic hymn trills cosmic yawn.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Beautiful, Melody! I love the cadence of this one! You sure get lovely sunrises at your place.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks! This crisp cold air is great when it comes to bringing out clear colours – I’ll consider it a consolation prize for the cold… 🙂
WOW – What a view!
Isn’t it? The world was so stunning this morning…
Lots of AWE and Ahhh in your poems today!
🙂 Thank you!
So beautiful and the shame surely is put to shame with it all! 🙂 Gorgeous, Melody!
Oh, good – I wasn’t sure if that was clear or not. Thanks, Debbie!