diane hubka
morning
What of a morning That brings a day so gently And bathes the leaves Of memories That fell so long ago  I still recall you In all these early hours Though I were there Once more to share A love lost long ago  Crassness of youth Concluding only half of the truth Exuding only one small percent Of what I surely felt for you  And then one morning That brought a day so gently We set apart Things of the heart And lost love long ago