Sunrise This Morning

Sunrise This Morning


At first blush
the delicious song of the wind
sweeps my hair
like an invisible partner
in the dance of morning glory.

A muted rose-blue
stretches out to contour
the skating fowl
and foretells of a
magnificent boon.

My eyes sip a delightful
taste of wonder
that caresses my heart
with the rising mist.

Upon my perch
I drink deep of the
crisp-tart aroma
that rejuvenates my soul
like water to a parched sapling.

The flowing river
keeps constant rhythm
with the flawless gems
that sway on emerald spires
while remnants of mist
bid a crowning adieu