The Morning After

~~~ Sunlight softly flowing into a woodland dawn Where honeysuckles lift their heads from a sleepy morning fawn Though all of nature seems at rest neath the fragrance of a flower A distant cadence breaks the still beneath this rustic bower ~ A gentle thump and then another A shimmer parts the years Into the glade a silhouette with long thin drooping ears The whiskers graced upon his face show an ancient shade of grey A basket tucked beneath his arm he stops to bless the day Then with a yawn he disappears amid a dazzling sight A multi colored kaleidoscope that fades neath Easter's light ~~~