Morning Has Broken

As it tends to do following a sunset. But this one has turned about face, and made me want to continue with the evening theme, thanks to a post by Delwyn I've just read here, which explains the poetic form called an Etheree. 


This is poem of 55 syllables, which has 10 lines, beginning with one syllable and building with the addition of one syllable each line to a total of 10.

So here is my first attempt at an Etheree, inspired by A Hazy Moon... and my previous post.

Night

draws in;

red sun sinks

in slow splendour

below horizon,

blanketing countryside,

flooding sky with molten gold

to forge its shimmering image

into a memory we carry

within our heart, a treasure beyond price.