What a beautiful sunrise this morning as the rain ended . . .


Rain comes ticking on the window
With the scuttering sounds of insects,
And then transforms, shifts shapes,
Becomes the quietest of creatures:
Crawling, translucent spiders,
Confused in a maze of reflections,
Their bodies like molten glass
And leaking their watery webs.

But stay, watch awhile with me. . .
The sky's first fingers of colors
Arrange the crumbling darkness
And move it beyond our reach:
A trembling tint that deepens
And opens, even as we watch;
The air a blanket of pink satin
That covers the stars, one by one.

Poetry by countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-04 at 15:12

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Brilliant! Take this from an avowed night owl that usually misses the breaking of dawn. This captures the very spirit of that fleeting but beautiful moment at the beginning of the day.

Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
You paint beautifully with words
I enjoyed it very much
Thanks for sharing

John Ashleigh
Superb imagery, as usual. I think I have to bookmark this poem - it's just overwhelming.

Your friend,