76 – HER BIDDING

Posted on February 8, 2014 by Ken Greenman

I love her
when she bids me,
“Come!
quickly!”
see the sun
above the ocean
rise to paint
dawn sky, sea spray,
apricot,
the unhindered horizon
shimmering yellow gold.

I come, not so quickly
from a warm bed,
am stunned by mornings glory!

I love her
when she bids me,
“Come!
Quickly!”
In the hot summer night
when there is no
hindrance to my rising
and the glory’s
more the stunning.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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