With the daylight break
My heart is near to burst;
In Summer’s glow immersed,
Winter’s madness in my wake.
–
Mist gathers at my feet,
In swirling, hazy disregard;
But though it batters at my guard
The bird-song forces discrete retreat.
–
Reborn,
I greet an earth unfurled;
Not a cloud in all the world
To mar the spirits of my morn.
Very fine image of the morning…so well said.