at the sound of song,
shuffling into slippers
to face another dawn.
One pup in her bed,
one out his window peering
as silver creeps across the lawn
that night is done with sharing.
Coffee poured and leashes latched –
a canine celebration!
And quietly we slip outside
to face a new creation.
Winged musicians yawn a song
as gold slides in their nest
“Of all the visits light has made
today will be the best!”
Palm boughs drip with diamond dew,
mist parts their leaves to rise,
grass flowers disrobe to bathe
in sunshine from the skies.
Green flash seekers line the beach
to search day’s end for a sign.
They can keep the burning sunset.
As for me, the dawn is mine.