I love the morning, and have written a number of poems about it. It represents to me a moment of hope, a fresh start to a day, new beginnings to a world...
Here's my poem about the memory of a morning of crossing over 'from doubting night unto daunting day...' A poem inspired by the 'angelic sounds' of Pamela Yuen's piece 'Even The Darkness Will Not Be Dark To You' from her 'Slowing Down To Grow' album on Bandcamp:
https://pamelayuen.bandcamp.com/album/slowing-down-to-grow
A morning walk
alone in the early hours,
in the dark of dawn,
shattered by silent streetlamps,
as I crossed over
from doubting night
unto daunting day,
I was left believing…
Patterns of grey
and gracious clouds,
gregariously apart,
the flight of birds
synchronized above me,
below me safe and sacred ground;
did I not hear an angelic sound
deep in my heart?
In marching on,
I crossed the line that God had drawn
since the genesis of time,
a promise of hope so needed in our suffering,
that even after the dreariest night,
the deepest darkness,
there would be light,
glorious and exhilarating.