Sunrise (Haiku)

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

 

Blood Red Sunrise

There’s something in the air
There’s a cloud over head
Quite toxic and gloomy
In a sky tinged blood red

And the atmosphere’s heavy
The light has gone dim
As the moon’s even cowering
And it’s really quite grim

For the reaper’s arrived
Intent to do ill
So beware and watch out
So he don’t get his fill

Let him leave just as quickly
As he’s dared to arrive
So the sun will come out
From the clouds and then thrive

English: Sunrise at North Point Park, Milwaukee, Wisconsin Français : Lever de soleil à North Point Park, Milwaukee. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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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, Wisconsin. Français : Lever de soleil dans la brume, près d’Horicon, dans Wisconsin (États Unis). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sunrise

An early start and bleary eyes
But there behold and see
A marvellous sunrise on the hill
So magnificently
Oozing watered reds and pink
Across the dappled sky
In panoramic view behold
A vision there up high
And thus infuse the day with charm
Despite the threat of rain
As Heavens glory lifts the mind
Like nature’s own cocaine

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. (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 Dunes, Death Valley (Photo credit: Daniel Peckham)

Majestic Clouds

Oh clouds so full of majesty
You sail across the sky
With vibrant gowns and velvet robes
That really can’t deny
Your gleaming royal supremacy
As evening heralds in
Clouds mystic and so wonderful
So bright above to win
Upon the sea that billows
In swathes of vapours high
Oh clouds drift atmospherically
In cloaks to please the eye

Oceanic Magic

Today I swam amongst the fish
In a cobalt blue lagoon
I rode the back of dolphins
In the light of a sapphire moon
I swam besides the sharks
In the ocean feeling brave
I galloped with the seahorses
In the wash and crests of waves
I sat among the mermaids
On the rocks lapped by the sea
In a maritime adventure
That washed right over me

And then the stars lit up the heavens
The planets shone from far away
As the sun fell from the horizon
Sealing off that special day
And as the spectral radiant sunset
Dissolved into the night sky
I caught the flicker and pulsating lights
Of jellyfish and coral passing by
With a mystic bioluminescence
That signalled from the deep
Revealing oceanic magic
In a world that never sleeps.

The Dawn Chorus

Piercing the air with a solitary tone
Through exuberant fresh and sensual morning air
With dew clinging in pearled droplets
Replenishing nature’s reservoir
And lunar crescent bowing gracefully
Away to western shores
The single note heralds in the day
Beckoning, signalling, summoning others
To the aurora of dawn, breaking nocturne’s sleeping silent spell
To subpoena the sun from slumber’s rest.

The crystal note resonates clearly
Rousing a duet in a harmony of two then more
Awakening and embracing morning’s song
Proclaiming territory in avian serenade
With warbler eliciting trill and chink,
Chiff and chaff and rattle
Flourishing an enchanted spectacle
Tweeting nature’s splendid cantata
The hymns to the dawn from the feathered choir
The choral phenomenon of the Dawn Chorus

A Day in Waiting

The day lies in wait
Not like a tiger waiting to pounce on its prey
Or like an eagle swooping down from a magnificent height
Yet more subtlety as the sun creeps over the horizon
Filling the sky with the spectral orange rays of a splendid sunrise
And with anticipation from the twitter of the resplendent dawn chorus,
That wends its suggestive and propositioning tones in an alluring and revitalised melody.
The players of the day sit in the wings ready to move onto the stage of life
Ready to live, to love, to delve and dive, to exalt and to triumph
And to experience the rhapsodies as the Oratorio unfurls in the essence of their beings,
Revealing the mysteries of the souls laid open and hidden,
The paths and the journeys both seen and unseen
Working together and apart, all weaving their unique threads across this beautiful planet.
Yes the day lies in wait except how will the day lie when it has waited?