Watching dawn’s arrival

Watching dawn’s arrival

For me, it’s not always the Lonely Planet or National Geographic moments which delight my soul.


In the waking morning hours
I turn toward the sun,
and take it in completely,
this renaissance now begun.

I briefly think of yesterday
pausing quietly to reflect
the day that has been written;
offering something of respect.

Now watching dawns arrival
as it chases darkness down;
upon whose glow I too embark
whose glow becomes my gown.

Within a moment energy
is everywhere I turn
and in this cloak of every
my soul starts day’s sojourn.