Life is good! Life is inspirational!

Posts tagged ‘Dawn’

Dawn

Dawn

Sunrise (Haiku)

Red flecked morning sky
Gives rise to another day
Crying ruby tears

 

A New Day Is Breaking 

 

A new day is breaking

In chorus awake
To sing with the lark
With nature partake
In the beauty she’s made
As her glory shines through
In sheer hallelujahs
Coming right into view
And as sun rises slowly
High into the sky
Be uplifted, exhaulted
Let Spring’s spirit fly high 

Never Give Up!

See the watery sun
Weak on the horizon
Struggling to awake
Battered by the storms
Diluted by the rains
Assaulted in her plight
To rise up against the night
And break through dawn’s fog

And yet always, without fail
Claiming victory each morning
As she climbs into the sky
Dismissing the darkness
To bring light on each new day
An example for us all
To never concede
To never give up

English: Sunrise in the fog, near Horicon, Wis...

English: Sunrise in the fog, near Horicon, Wisconsin. Français : Lever de soleil dans la brume, près d’Horicon, dans Wisconsin (États Unis). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dawn Breaks

They say if it’s not broken then
Don’t meddle and fix it
Or tamper with what is working
Or try to change the fit

And yet each day the dawn breaks
And birds all congregate
To natter and cheep ‘tween themselves
What could be the day’s fate

They gossip in the branches and
They shout from tree to tree
So are they fixing up the day
Or just waking up me!

And if dawn breaks is it broken?
Is it down and feeling blue
Is that why it’s a new day
To replace the old one too

Is it a good occasion to
Mend what went on before?
I think that it just might be that
A better day for sure!

Sunrise over the south beach of Jamaica.

Sunrise over the south beach of Jamaica. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sonnet To A New Day

The muted light of dawn awakes and sees
The crisp and fresh air bite at jack frosts feet
Where dew drops freeze upon the verdant trees
And mist rolls lonely down the silent street
Where birdsong breaks the curfew from the night
Where sun arises slowly in the east
The world appears in early morning light
A new morn heralds in the daytime feast
Yet still a slumber holds across the land
Cocooned in comfort quietly in each bed
Where souls of men are bathed in torpor’s sand
In dreams that play throughout their sleepy head
And so as sunrise brings the night to end
The hope of a new day on earth transcends

Painted Sand: Pre-Dawn Colors on Mesquite Dune...

Painted Sand: Pre-Dawn Colors on Mesquite Dunes, Death Valley (Photo credit: Daniel Peckham)