Dawns I like
Best, when a thin mist hangs
Reluctantly rising as warm wind blows.
Leaves rustle as wakened birds
Test reality: chirping, hopping, swooping
Down and up.
    
Dew-drops fall.
Tiny globes of light that glisten,
Streaking down,
Sending shivers to
Unwary spines,
Surprised!

Sea of green,
Studded with diamonds of dew
Glimmering
Against the growing light,
Damp to bare foot,
Needles pricking.

Silvery lake
Shimmering,
Rimmed with the silhouette of a lazy mountain,
Draped with a mantle of purple blush,
Slowly reddening,
Traces of gold, glowing …
      
     Hush, now, hush,
     The sun is rising!

Quiet Time

Dawns I like
Best, when a thin mist hangs
Reluctantly rising as warm wind blows.
Leaves rustle as wakened birds
Test reality: chirping, hopping, swooping
Down and up.
    
Dew-drops fall.
Tiny globes of light that glisten,
Streaking down,
Sending shivers to
Unwary spines,
Surprised!

Sea of green,
Studded with diamonds of dew
Glimmering
Against the growing light,
Damp to bare foot,
Needles pricking.

Silvery lake
Shimmering
Rimmed with the silhouette of a lazy mountain
Draped with a mantle of purple blush
Slowly reddening,
Traces of gold, glowing …
      
      Hush, now, hush,
      The sun is rising!


"the good man walks along  the ever brightening light of God's favor,
dawn gives way to morning splendor." Proverbs 4:18