A slumberous sense of seclusion

As sleep is drifting from my eyes,

I look upon the translucent shade of the morning dew

While I, moving slowly do arise.

 

Watching the rain dripping from the eaves

Silhouetted in gold from the rising sun,

My mind gradually awakening

Now a new day has begun.

 

Through dimly, dancing dawns first light,

With sound of the rains chime,

The horizon still not clear

Just sweet thoughts of a shadowy time.

 

A light gust of wind gently lifts

The dead and dying leaves

Settling softly upon the ground

As light as the morning breeze.

 

The suns light a smile of gold

On the landscapes new days light,

Now stand and look at the rainbow

A gorgeous scene for mortal sight..

 

© 2012 Hazel