Languid rays-
like arms,
stretch upward,
as early morning eyes
peek from beneath
its nightcap.
Dawn desires
a few more moments
of sleep
before approaching
the long day
of its profession.
Procrastinating a bit longer,
with obvious reluctance,
it creeps slowly
from horizon's bed,
and into place.
Till finally,
with one long,
sighing yawn,
it bursts forth
upon the land,
awakening the day.
Cathy:
The beauty of a morning dawn could not be more beautifully described as this. Your visionary skils in this poem is outstanding-the picture you paint with your poetric brush is simply breathtaking. Thank you Cathy for sharing your visionary poetic beauty of sunrise with me and have a very beautiful 4th of July weekend.
Regards,
Dave Richardson
7/1/2003