Morning

Still and quiet

Steam rises from the warm ground

Disappears into the cool air

Eastward

A masterpiece forms

Colors no brush can aptly recreate

Painting hope for a sun filled day

Westward

Traces of night remain

Dark, cold, night

Bitterly though it dwelt

Swiftly though it leaves

Sun

A raging inferno

Who’s furry drives the beast of night away

It casts blades of light across the grass and trees

My cheeks receive its invigorating warmth

Day

All things made new

Forgetting what was

Grasping what is

With my chin up

My heart sound

I am his