Auroras hour creeps between all thought and realized time.

Smiling, she rises gently nudging down nights navy color.

Enlisting creations warm touch in soothing transference.

Igniting awareness for all life living or simply existing.

Original spirited song, sung by the first roused chick,

Inspiring natural unification in natures gracing chorus.

Drawled yawns hitched in studded twitching stretches.

Affectionate connections among mother, dew and fawn.

Devote routines, novel in absorptions theme and notion.

Actions quiet and still in a gathering warm audience.

Hearts and breaths, blinks and sighs in existence, cease.

Hush hurries anxiety as beauty’s chaos readies release.

Sudden and strong, a rockets fire in deadened darkness,

Joy channels a mixed timbre of shouts and adoration!

Startled interchanging ribbons of flaming reds and oranges

Overtake azure sky, dispersing color to every currents path.

Genesis bleeds soft pinks and purples that lacquer forever.

Molding wonder, gently stroking white puffs of imagination.

Strong streaks of gold stretch from sights stationary scope,

Reaching colorless lands as a tonic, inflicting creation.

Heart beats, caressed whispers of life and love, begin again,

One lone blue pushes illuminations paint from hopeful view.

Monotonies skip of social thought and inner talk, un-pause.

Sensation lapses until the next sunrise the next perfect poem.

This is a comparison of the perfect gloriousness of a dawn as a metaphor to the beautifulness of writing poetry…the absolute power of creation and feeling one holds over life it’s self while writing a poem.