Staged Dawn

Each night I leave my blinds up just a bit A distance calculated to perfection I live for those mornings where the sun rises And blares suddenly through my window Drenching and kissing my sleepy face Flooding me with a swift deluge of gold magnificence So very still, I refuse to move a fraction of an inch It’s a most overwhelming sacred and sublime ritual Opening my eyes as slowly as possibly I can And breathlessly greeting the rising morning sun Savoring each moment of its warm embrace Knowing the feverish moment is ultimately so fleeting When my eyes can feast on the splendor Of glorious colors spilling over the horizon The symmetry of crimson, tangerine Pineapple, butterscotch and daffodil The most magnificently flamboyant production Staged for my ultimate delight Till residual taste of honey and marmalade Vanish from my lips With every atom of me Profoundly invigorated and energized AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on July 17, 2018 for contest DUSK OR DAWN sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 3RD