Ode To the Peaceful Morning
Dewdrops twinkle
in the roaring furnace
of a promising sunrise.
The soft winter coat
of snow awakens
from its blue-grey shadows
of night
to the reflected crimsons
of dawn.
Branches stretch drowsily
With the first gentle breezes
shaking off the sleep of snow
(which has settled during the night)
and the geometric crystals of ice
which drop musically
through the furry boughs.
The first early hunters of daybreak yawn
begin stalking curiously
appetites
not yet whetted
by the sun.
Far different
are the relentless killers
of mid-afternoon
and evening.
Copyright © Dennis Cardiff | Year Posted 2007
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