Saturday 22 August 2009

Dawn

When Andrew wakes at Yes of day,

a spark ignites from early light

and flames alive a sunny face

with a flash of blood and fire

 

and then his first word of the day;

a small volcano simmers power

with a blink, a spurt, a warning cry;

of ‘Yes!’ this is my hour.

6 comments:

  1. You've perfectly expressed the beauty of a new day as seen through the eyes of innocence, and as such, have made me envious of those eyes. Thank you.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Another beautiful poem inspired from your beautiful muse.

    ReplyDelete
  3. lovely. thank you for sharing it. ~dakster9 from twitter

    ReplyDelete
  4. No finer poems created than those from the eyes of a child approaching another day. Another brilliant piece of poetic mastery, John.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Beautiful time to pause and capture. Delight!

    ReplyDelete