When You Get to Wake Up to This, You Can't Help But Feel Good

This is what I saw this morning when I walked outside, shortly after 7.

It inspired me to write this:

Dawning

Inches away from explosion, the red is

so deep it bleeds

up through the clouds.

The power, of such anticipation, to

set the trees ablaze.

Can't you?  Feel it?

Stirring, growing,

the swell of new, bursting

suddenly.

The birds sit still, wings

motionless.

As if captured by the very way

it thrums.

Sky spreads open, its arms trembling.

Awake, morning!  Breathe!

(End poem)

And with that, I hope each and everyone of you has been enjoying a great new day.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet