To the east,
Where darkness rules,
A weak, dim light
Dapples the hills in golden, swirling pools.
The blackened sky
Is touched by wonder,
And the veiled horizon
Reveals its color.
First a soft shade of yellow,
Then a touch of gold;
Followed by a cherry pink,
Heaven's glories do unfold.
The sparrows awake,
Giving thanks to the morning.
They lift up their voices
In a song free of mourning.
The new day is blessed.
The mouse, rabbit, and fawn
Awake in the meadow,
And all watch in awe the lovely, coming dawn.
© Hannah Scarlett 2011
