Waking Up At Dawn

Waking up at dawn with incandescent lights on my subdued frawn... receding to warm sheets; recognizing the petrel's flight with the hawks pursuing it in delight, while spiders hang on dusty webs and the incessant thrush sings... Waking up at dawn with sunken eyes, not wanting to meet sunlight; a little morose,but gladsome... I glance at the maples, submerged in intense light, as the wagtails tap on my moist window to greet me with a cheerful chirp... Waking up at dawn with departing lovely dreams, I grope uncertainly amid visions; no full moon rises above the bright horizon, and with no night passion to inflame me: I reckon another inevitable aspect of reality...