Morning Awakens
Not quite dawn,
Not quite ready for
Long shadows from the morning
light
Visiting in silent stillness
Just before the dawn awakens.
Gentle breeze outside an open
Window seems to call a name
In fervent whispers long ago
Nudging close to
consciousness.
First beam breaks horizon,
Goes unnoticed to the naked
eye
Til multitudes of
searchlights
Bleach her crimson pallor
into gold.
And creatures rise in worship
As the mighty dawn awakens,
Reverent in her majesty,
Blessed to greet the day.
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