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
