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__//**Theme Poems: Theme is Morning/Dawn/New beginnings**//__ 1 **Laurie Lee** **April Rise** If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod Splutters with soapy green, and all the world Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.

If ever I heard blessing it is there Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.

Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates, The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones, While white as water by the lake a girl Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.

Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick, Dropping small flames to light the candled grass; Now, as my low blood scales its second chance, If ever world were blessed, now it is. 2

A Letter in October
By Ted Kooser

Dawn comes later and later now, and I, who only a month ago could sit with coffee every morning watching the light walk down the hill to the edge of the pond and place a doe there, shyly drinking, then see the light step out upon the water, sowing reflections to either side—a garden of trees that grew as if by magic— now see no more than my face, mirrored by darkness, pale and odd, startled by time. While I slept, night in its thick winter jacket bridled the doe with a twist of wet leaves and led her away, then brought its black horse with harness that creaked like a cricket, and turned the water garden under. I woke, and at the waiting window found the curtains open to my open face; beyond me, darkness. And I, who only wished to keep looking out, must now keep looking in. 3 With my shoes mismated. Lawdy-mercy! I's frustrated!
 * Bad Morning**
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Langston Hughes ||  || 4 __**Dawn's Light** by Cebryon

You can't look past what you see__ Never to know the one underneath Ever a thought or given a chance Not one soul wants a second glance So deeper does the __abyss __ cover All caused by the insults of another Too blind are you to see those tears Like dripping blood from awful fears They __glow __ brilliantly during the night But disappear with morning's light Dress as expected, behavior anew The  __ghost __ walks down the path with few Others whose bodies chain them to their pain Silenced in darkness because their savior never came Whether it starts as happy or of sorrow If seems for this one there will be no tomorrow __Again dawn's light shines on thee But only a body, for the soul was set free.__ 5 All three poems analyzed