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New Morning
There was a luminous globe
in the Northern sky
Like a torch sent to probe
through ages gone by
It seemed real as the moon
tending dreams far and near
You could feel its soft tune
like the warmth of a tear
Bright lights showered the field
with ripples of dawn
The night dwellers reeled
as summer had gone
On the crest of a hill
fog swirls through the trees
There’s the ghost of a chill
in the new morning breeze
© Mitchel Montagna
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| Mitchel Montagna |
Mitchel Montagna has worked as a special education teacher, radio journalist, and corporate spokesman. He is married and lives on Florida's West Coast.
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