‘Tapestry of Morn’ and other poems
By: Frances Leitch Tapestry of Morn The dawns soft lineThe morning lightThe opening eyeof the sunlit skyThe pearly cloudson the blue field sewnThe taste of warmthin the soul knownTo revel at themountains greensmooth folding hillsFrom which the dawnbehind is seenThe flash of lightupon earth longingRising sun sereneIn the tapestryof beingMorning Life Song The flowers that […]