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.