Swirling light misting ground and turning trees to shade,
A mantle of sky that fell to the world and broke the night,
Colours awakening, yawning and stretching fingers,
Dark shadows retreating behind form and flower,
Chill moist air is battled by the advancing warmth
And tries to linger in the grass....
Sound wanders over the land, broken and vague,
To become solid and heartfelt, no longer hesitant,
Small bright eyes follow the patterns of light,
Seeking quick shadows, stealthy patrons of beneath,
And the earth sends forth her scent, the breath of the day....
oh man, it's morning already?