Brain Bits To Go

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Today’s prompt was “Morning”. There is a place I love next to a lake. I love to sit on the west bank of the lake and watch the sun come up across the water. It truly is the best reason to get up ludicrously early on a weekend. This poem is about that feeling.

Early Rising

The lake sleeps beneath a misty blanket

A reddish golden glow behind the hills

Loons cry, piercing silence and hearts alike..

Slowly turns the earth upon its spindle

Light spilling sluggishly over the distant rim

Rolling slowly on, it paints all it touches honey-gold.

Shyly, like a child approaching strangers

Sun’s first limb peeks between hills and clouds

A shining spear advances, dancing lightly across the wavelets.

Rushing on, the dawn transforms the world

The distant hills are topped with gold 

Gulls, maligned by all, are gilded in their wheeling flight.

Where once lay a spear upon the water

Now a blazing, dazzling path straight unto forever

Who am I, sitting here, to deny the potential of a new morning?

Cheers,