Sweet Rising Dawn

A/N- Once again, another one written for a poetry contests…I do like the early morning, though, particularly at this time of month (even though this one is about Spring…hrm…)

When you open a window, what do you hear?

A small little bird chanting "Keer, kra-keer!"

A glistening brook flowing over some rocks

Above it's the home where a mockingbird mocks

A faint pinkish glow rising over the East

The soothing, gold rays where the darkness has ceased

The small pitter-pat of a motherly bird

Who returns to her nest where her children are heard

A faint, cooling breeze of the early spring breeze

Which rustles your hair with such power and ease

An eye which reflects just the tip of the sun

An inhale of breath; a new day has begun.