Dawn Song
Silent it comes, the sunrise serenade
as the sun warms the window glass
it gentle sighs in its chipped old frame
in subtle soft welcome to day
And I listen to all it may say
be it common news, or hints of fame
pay heed for this news too will pass
as the morning into day does fade
Colors pale drift
across the early morning snow
chasing whirls of time upon the wind
even before the first bird rises up so high
Such a moment beneath the clearing sky
upon the inner silent heart it is pinned
and we in that tiny place in time know
and then time shift
Dawn Song
Beautiful poem. Great images you have conjured up. Thanks.