Poem 2023-01 is due today. The prompt was Entice.
The scent of dawn entices me to rise
From bed, in search of rest for inner eyes.
To greet the day that called me from my bed.
Though tops of distant trees hide in the mist,
The nearby grasses twinkle, shine, dew-kissed.
And God appears to mortals such as I.
His garments glow in hues as soft as fleece;
I breathe His joy and rest in promised peace.
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