Morning Poem
Lancing through the sliver mist Dissolving the dark shadows in its embrace Bringing back the colors and the glow to what was steeped in a sombre haze The chilly breeze flows as a chariot with the earthy fragrance so sweet and moist The dew gleams on the blossom Swathed in a crisp air, the little birds rejoice I snuggle up in my warm quilt And its a glance I take The crystal rays of the morning sun danced on the window Lighting up the room and kissing me awake