Going to School

[FractalPacifist]

I really love the imagery here - the starkness of the dark morning and the lines of perfectly conform trees bring to mind a solitary, lonely walk. I've felt that way myself on many a Monday morning. But the title was a bit confusing, since the poem references the morning a handful of times. I also included a few notes on the lines themselves. ^_^

(Also worth noting: this could as easily refer to a workday as well as a schoolday.)

The morning star weaved its way
through a horizon of normalcy
and painted senses -- I like this imagery, but the line feels a little stilted.
with the rush and murmur of asphalt.

Ghosts of uniform trees --Love the play on "uniform in a line" and school uniforms.
stood by to welcome the sunrise
while silently lamenting the conformity
forced upon them by unique minds. -- If the minds are unique, why are they forcing conformity?

Ceaseless echoes with their past warnings -- Slightly confused by this part. Perhaps an earlier reference to warnings would help?
synchronize in the autumn calm
tinting the inner peace of a hopeless dreamer
in dancing shades of blue and gray. -- great ending!