The coffee pot is brewing and
the birds are singing in harmony.
The rooster is crowing and
there is no more ebony.
The sunrise is not one of an orange or red hue---
It is as bright as the honeysuckle's tears.
The dew is a fragrance upon the flowers,
a perfume that lasts for many years.
The child is rubbing her eyes,
hair of gold and eyes of blue---
Welcoming a new, glorious day
with such affection that rings true.
Morning is here and so happy am I!
Another day older, or a new page to be written.
Perhaps it is all of the above,
and please don't be angry~~~I am smitten!
c10/25/13 Julie Rasley
(for Giorgio Veneto's Fantasy allegory contest)