Morning erects <br />a perfect sky <br /> <br />as if it were <br />a Hollywood stage set <br /> <br />in my eye too true <br />to be good. <br /> <br />throws in <br />a brimful of birds <br /> <br />until <br />it is sparrow-full <br /> <br />coloured <br />with singing <br /> <br />until I am <br />the child I was <br /> <br />holding my sister’s hand <br /> <br />seeing all this <br /> <br />as if <br />for the first time <br /> <br />over & over <br /> <br />again.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-morning-7/
