Lying beneath the morning stars
Waiting to draw ink
Upon paper

Drinking in fresh dewdrops
Perched on waking grass
A delightful shiver comes with breath
As I wait

Daytime darkness shuts my eyes
Still whispering for rest
For Time pauses for
The sun’s awakening

Curved fingers numbing
In brisk early hour air
Frosted lightly

Heart beats quicken
Sensing the hour
A chirp from the early bird

Sunshine touches her fingers
To the earth’s lips
Warming her gently

Wind and breeze dance away
Swaying young grass blades
Sprinkled with dew

An illusion of a glittering sea
Warmth touches my face
Frost melts away

Colors unhide themselves
The bluebird flutters his wings
A flower sighs sweet perfume,
The sky repainted bright

I sit up eagerly and watch
The earth awaken
Set my pen

Here it comes—
Inspiration.