I love the time of day when all is still…
The early morning, crisp, and cool, and wet,
When somewhere far away the sun’s just set.
If I must rise at dawn, well then, I will—
But staying up at night is better yet.
Written for #OctPoWriMo and Quadrille Monday #67 at dVerse Pub, hosted by Kim. This week we were called upon to write a poem of exactly 44 words about ‘early:’ early childhood, early memories, early morning, etc. Normally I would write something brand new for the challenge, but this poem, which already existed in my folio in a slightly different format, immediately came to mind. And since I’m rather short on time, I pulled it up and counted the words to see if I could use it. Only 36. Rats. Or maybe not. Could I revise it and turn it into a Quadrille? Yes! I added a line to bring the word count to 44, changing the rhyme scheme from abab to abbab, and now it’s a brand new poem. Sort of. 🙂 You might say I got an early start on writing it, since the first draft was written 16 years ago!
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Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018