Sunrise Crowns the Coming Day

Sunrise crowns the coming day

with gilded glow, potential deep;

clothes each moment with a  grace

befitting royals;  while the sleep

is rousing off each dewy head,

beauty knits with reverent hand

a mantle out of golden thread,

and spreads its magic o’er the land.

Bird’s Eye View

Perched above a golden floor,

Persian rug designed by Fall;

Golden thread on golden shore,

Draped by sunlight’s twilight shawl.

Peaceful thoughts beset me here,

Peaceful dreams in golden form;

Shimmering, they gather near,

Where bird’s-eye view keeps musings warm.