Daybreak
Daybreak, the first light of this morn
Which reveals a few gray streaks
Then a flock of turkey vultures
Buzzards who probably reek
There is a stillness to the air
It seems strange and eerie
The buzzards add flare as they fly
No height gained as they flee
Mourning doves' coo adds a hollow tune
Their distant song somber
A cat bird in a near tree sings
Songs I can remember
Spring's sun seems to rise slowly
Casting pastel's soft tones
A nice beginning to this day
All the human senses honed
Now a delightful fuchsia shines
Upon morn's early sky
Also reveals thick silver fog
Down where bobcats lie
Sunday another senseless shooting
Anger carried too far
People need a touch of the Master
He'll erase all our scars
The One Who paints morn's pictures
the meadow's flowers fair
Just touch the hem of His garment
You'll find His healing there
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2018
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