"Because of our God’s tender mercy
the dawn will break upon us from on high
to give light to those who sit in darkness..."
Luke 1:77-79
When morning breaks in upon my bed
banishing fear and dismissing dread,
its welcome thoughts stir this sleepy head
to speak and move trusting God instead.
Summoning strength that daybreak supplies,
visions of adventure fill my eyes.
Hope-filled words cheer me, "Look to the skies!"
and I give thanks to God as I rise.
You've heard petitions I pray each night;
my Savior, You've dawned with strength and light.
I love you Lord with mind, heart and might
and trust you, God, for today's insight.
Dayspring Moon
Mischievous moon sneaks into dawning’s sight
Coquettish smile winks at dawn in delight
Playful like a child who fights sleep at night
Morning games, hide and seek...dayspring flush, rising pique -
Daylight with argent streaks...light in soft moon mystique -
Elfish clown blows a kiss as day begins
Impish moon flirts at dawn with saucy grins
Moonstruck sunrise, before the sun cuts in,
Tow-head minx riding high...morningtide's azure sighs -
Full moon in the day sky...gibbous dance gone awry -
Pearly pixie wears a smile, laughing light,
A sly smirk on her alabaster cheeks,
Yawns then slinks away as the deep blue spins,
Lunar prank reflects her spry sun ally.
sunrise ripples -
amid the dayspring
memories glow so bright
love everchanging-
day by day emotion's stream
bubbles away
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew
Proudly and loudly, your entrance you make,
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Brighting the day as you burst into view
Fresh as the sunrise, delight of daybreak
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Fair in a fairy-tale fantasy you
Beam as the morningtide beckons you wake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Profits aplenty, your faultings are few;
Yielding and modest , no credit you take.
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Dancing, romancing, admirers to woo,
Though winsome compliment words to forsake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
So now in the brilliant hue of your blue
Out in the meadow alongside the lake
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Mother warblers, in song, return to their forage,
inspecting for insects, fresh from dusk's storage
at daybreak.
Scrupulously swooping, they return with mouths full
to their precious nest, rousing little chicks from lull
with dayglow.
Eager to increase, competing to feed,
beaks chirp for churned grubs, as mother meets their need
ere daytime.
Feathers rise from bare skin, budding gently like leaves.
A tapestry of warmth, these provisionary sleeves
like daylight.
Gazing up at flapping leaves and an open blue sky,
one day they'll reach freedom, as they learn how to fly...
their daydream.
5-2-2020
Not for contest. (I forgot about syllable count.) Might try again later.