Morning Duties


The sun shuffles about in slippers of dew,
wrapped in its misty white robe;
yawns as it begins its duties.

Draws back the curtain of night
exposes the reality of dawn,
time to awake.

Bends and whispers to sleeping flowers,
“The morning is upon us.”
Kisses each petaled head.

Tickles river’s ambling currents,
blinks at its own reflection,
plays hide and seek with the shadows.

Gently nudges sleeping fawn,
warms coat of silver fox,
dazzles sleepy-eyed squirrel.

Now morning duties done,
she climbs to designated spot.
Another day to oversee.
 
By D. Harrison

 


Copyright-D. Harrison July 1998