Up Before the Sun is Old

Your grammar is flawless as always. I'm jealous. I must say, you are divine at painting pictures. I don't see myself in your poems however. I see YOU. Quietly spirited, profoundly gifted Sibby-wibby drifting in the rural setting of a crisp dawn in a quaint Irish town.
Yep, that's what I see.
"cows are lowing"
^ I really wish I knew what 'lowing' meant, but this line is great, especially because I don't know what it means... but I can feel it. I understand it.
Boy, aren't words interesting?

Ok, good job. 5/5

Up before the sun is old
A wheeling car, a curving road,
The sky alights in autumn sparks
And branches burnishing to gold

I like this opening stanza, it draws such a lovely fresh morning! I also like the title of this poem..very unique and well penned!

Sounds like my neighborhood, too....

though one bit
is different.......
I rarely drive around now....
takin' a break @ 65..
chuckles....

...you see and deliver poetry
where it is, Dear,
Everywhere, Anywhere...
Bravo.

Mhh, I am becoming quite a fan of your work:)

This verse had much spunk in it, don't know if you know what I mean, lol. It had verve and good wording, nice how it rhymed in a unique way.

A cleanly scrubbed and rural morning-
Past the fences, cows are lowing:
Piebald creatures dotting ditches,
Colors russet, black, and cream

^^
I absolutely adored this part.

Good work, lovely read:)

5/5 Ingrid