Acquainted With the Sunrise: In the Spirit of Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with sunrise, I have bathed in first light – then back in shadow, I have felt tentative warm on closed eyes. I have gazed over pink-tinged meadows, I have passed by the swift and early bird, And reached a hand to touch a half-lit rose. I have stood still without a single word When far away a tree frog croaked his song; Across the meadow waking creatures stirred. But not to stop the sun from glowing strong, And further still to greet the red-gold skies; On gently sunlit tree, birds linger long. Daylight sheds night’s shadowy disguise. I have been one acquainted with sunrise.