The Poetry Of Tina
            Trivett


            
 


            
Throw Out The Dark Night



            Walking on eggshells which break without warning.

            Throw out the dark night, I'm a child of the morning.

            Sunlight that dapples, grass laden with dew.

            Crows yell for breakfast in golden red hue.

            Waves on the lake reflect violet sky.

            A chill to the air because winter is nigh.

            Yes give me the morning, throw out the dark night

            Kingfisher, chickadee, heron in flight