Awake to the early dawn hours,
as the sun slips out from under
the blankets of a star filled night.
Rising, the sun chases away,
the ivory moon to bid goodnight.
Yawning, the moon waves
a sleepy farewell.
The golden orange glow,
bathes me in sunbeams,
that warms my soul when
it calls to wake to the
beautiful anchor of light.
A light breeze plays a
soft melody with the
rustling of leaves on trees.
Swish, swish, swish.
The morning's tone is set.
I view the horizon,
Joy jumps in my heart,
As the sun whisks me to
The here and now.
Teresa Gale
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