There is a morning inside you wanting to burst into light. (Rumi)
Morning is the dream renewed, the heart refreshed, earth’s forgiveness painted in the colors of the dawn. (Nerburn)
. . . the morning is all awash with angels. (Wilbur)
Our first ice, sleet, snow, freezing rain, unknown-slushy-goop mixture of the season fell on these here parts this past week as a nor’easter swept by. While I can’t say much for the enjoyment value of this particular weathery concoction, the morning after was spectacular.
Yep, there’s a metaphor in there somewhere.