Out On An Early Morning Stroll
Out on an early morning stroll,
while people roll in bed, snoring,
encore in dreamy shores, I looked up.
The sun was on a drill, dressing up
clumps of clouds for the day's display.
I needed to nab my share of shade:
a gray, a gold, a subtle purple,
set against a bright blue. I thought
of a rainbow; my heart raced to Noah.
Is beauty for the eye only?
Can't it tickle me in the nostril, too?
I sniffed the air for scented beauty
from dewed flowers, sleepy lawns,
classy hedges—the home-grown pride.
No match!
No match for the sky!
Rising sun blares high, splashing colors;
at dusk, clouds bask in gold before winking
stars lull the earth to sleep.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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