A Muse: When morning comes

When morning came
Fresh was the flowers smell
Through the window it came
And over the little well
That sit lonely each day
To where my body lay

When the morning came
The clouds woke from sleep
And the sun doing the same
Dew dance off, early birds sip
Fine pockets of white
Heavens own firmament

When the morning came
Neighbors frying pan sighed away
Perhaps it was that lovely dame
Ah sunday, always a blessed day!
Wait that smell, it must be ginger
Breakfast will be different, lighter

When morning came
The sun light repaint the world
Rivers and her inhabitants lay calm
Dogs bark, flies buzz, nothing is odd
Hamlets and towns wake with the light
A new beginning, a new story to write

When the morning came
Words get softer and milder
Hopes grow, grieve tamed
The birds fly away, to somewhere
Morning breeze bring fortune and peace
And a handful of heart warming bliss

Peace be unto you always

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at