What makes a morning?

    What makes it right?

      Alarm clocks chime, 

     coffee scent, or the Sun 

   shedding first fragments of 

its life? Never not the time that 

begins the day, shifting through 

seasons slightly altered either way.

    Conceivably it is our attitude

   coming out of precious night.

       What makes a morning?

       What becomes of the light?

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