A glow, a fiery orange red
Rose slowly through the skies
Enveloping darkness, scattering dread
While the world still sleeping lies
Birds awakened by the morning light
Take flight and start to sing
The long awaited rest of night
New tales of life to bring
Opportunities await the fading black
Adventures await the kill
Nerves and worries question the lack
Of substantial strength and skill
There's fight and power within the eyes
With success to follow each sunrise
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | November 30, 2009 - 08:23
Just the poem to start a new day with, Charlene - especially with those 'Monday Morning Blues';-)
Nice writing. Enjoyed.
Tina