Dawn tiptoes across the shadowed land,
Hints of flame climb over the horizon,
She’s a shy girl emerging;
optimism comes to mind.
Daylight trumps darkness
with an orchestral flourish.
The early birds looking for worms
make the first song.
Robins and thrushes
and those rascally blackbirds
begin the morning event.
Then come the bug eaters;
Wrens, black caps and chiff chaff –
poorer vision in lowlight. Glasses might help
but the demand for avian optometrists
has not been met.
Every society has its bankers: Under
the guise of needing more light
to find seed, sparrows and finches
arrive on the scene;
Some freshly suited — others straggle in
uncombed, their valets obviously
have taken a day off–
They all chime in.
The semi from the highway contributes
its rhythm, Even a missed gear adds
to the composition.
A dog barks, a door opens,
The scent of bacon and coffee brewing –
The kiss before the commute.
Morning begins in increments
and over it all, the sun.