Sunny Day

I see you everyday through
The eastern window bars,
Your crimson grace falls
Gently lapping up the wall.
The white takes your tinge
As you graciously move
Up the horizon brim.

Morning rings the bell with
Your rise, to bring back
Life from the spell of the
Nightlong sleep bag.
Sound play its notes to
Group them under
The canopy of day.

Getting lost in time with
The bustle of the day,
The shadows stretch long
In the morn and dumpy at mid-day, to
Hide out of sight then
Sketch out again, facing your
Peaceful ride away.