delicate pink wash
a smudge above a treeline
on a dark canvas
Tag: dawn
stare
no chorus this morn
the sun casts an icy stare
on still-sleeping birds
chill
the first blaze of dawn
burnt orange and azure blue
belie winter’s chill
welcome
how welcome the dawn
routing the darkest shadows
of a sleepless night
light
first light this morning
flows in like molten silver
a distant bell chimes
gold
dawn sky turning gold
a squirrel frolicks above
two sleeping pigeons
Quiet
best time of the day
between sleeping and waking
these quiet moments
tweeting
the first bird tweeting
cat purrs and dog breathes a sigh
the warmth of my bed
tick-tock
those waking moments
a passing plane, early traffic
tick-tock goes the clock
moment
throwing back the drapes
startled by dawn’s crimson blaze
a moment and gone
My Eccentric Friend 