Innocence Renewed

So fresh the morning
Cleansing rain of night
Still dripping from
Fiery Autumn leaves

Eyes tearing from
The sting of
Pure reflected sunlight
Bright, dewdrop diamonds

Delighted shivers rattle through
Feeling that the sins and grime
Of life are washed clean
In the baptism of an innocent new day


Ken Goree


Over and over, I feel chills through my soul, at the sight of a bright new morning.  

A Bite from the Apple

A Bite from the Apple


Sweet clean darkness
The last drop of night’s
Sweet juicy blackness.
A bite, when the day
Is ripe and full of promise.

Sun creeps slowly in
No surprises, gently announcing
Its coming light and warmth
Clarity and color
Shines light upon the apple.

Hooded figures recede
Fading with as shortening shadows
Withdrawing from light and
Radiant figures, that burst in
To taste and cherish the sweetness of the new day.


Ken Goree



I’m just cherishing the morning and excitement of a new glorious day. When I started this poem I, of course, was planning to take the expected route through the concept of “The fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. “ There is a little of that with the hooded figures and radiant figures, but couldn’t bring myself to disparage early morning darkness.

Morning Poem

Morning poem

Slate grey morning sky
Soft, yielding before Sun's flame
Warming soul and heart

Ken Goree

Is there much else to say. I love being able to welcome another, one more day.