What shall I do today?
The sun is still hiding and I don't feel much like play.
Maybe I'll walk the garden, plant a tree or smell a flower
but the chill is in the breeze and it's a very early hour.
Five fifteen and the birds are all awake
singing welcome to the day and all it promises to make.
Cold brisks the air off on the eastern shore
and the sun is just about to rise enticing birds to soar.
Purple gray clouds roll in separating east from west
and just a hint of sky blue encourages all rain to rest.
May has finally turned the tide bringing the season round
to fully complete a circle of the year newly gowned.
Stars disappear as the shade lifts and evening sky fall fast asleep
and in the shadows the first ray of light begins to creep.
Five thirty breeze dances high up in the trees
to flow and sway into the newest morn, awake and free.
Here it comes, five forty five just on the horizon, rising,
waking the rest of the world then calling out my name surprising
to mystify and open wide my eyes and wonder as I may,
what shall I do today.
Categories:
brisks, day, may, morning, seasons,
Form: Quatrain
I've been awake for a while now,
Sun is rising out my window pane
Shadows flash as we pass the trees
The train is slow, but I'm at ease.
The golden hue upon the fields
Makes me feel like it's a fresh new day.
Feelings come and feelings go
Just like the sun rise and set,
Some to remember, and some to forget.
YOu reach the mid-day peak,
Then sneak behind the mountains once again.
It never stays, you can count on that.
Gently rocking me to sleep,
But the sun is staring right into my face
It's reaching rays growing as it comes over the horizon
Telling me to appriciate what is now.
The quiet hush of wind as it brisks past the engine.
The first woken up grin.
Categories:
brisks, happiness, life, peace, time,
Form: Lyric