The Rising Sun
The Rising Sun:
The cool dayspring hails
in hues of eggplant and blue
The grassy knolls hum
with insects, chatter with birds
The dog days of Summer wait
The hawk’s eye is trained
on the rabbits and squirrels
eating seeds and beans
Rain puddles in small divots,
where bulbs were buried with ease
The clickety-clack
of the woodpecker echoes
over green acres
Below crickets cease to chirp
waiting for the dusk again
©️Winter Dawn Burns
13 thoughts on "The Rising Sun"
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Niiiice !!!! Good morning.
All the silences, sights and sounds.
That last stanza is soooo cool out loud !!!
Thanks so much for your wonderful comment and for reading my poem!
Good morning and thank you! This whole poem just happened outside my door!
Good witnessing to us what you saw outside your door!
Thanks, I just love how inspiring nature is!
I like the sights and sounds in this poem. I love the ending! Love all the small details.
Thank you very much! I appreciate you reading my poem and for your thoughtful comment!
ahhhh, sweet:
Below crickets cease to chirp
waiting for the dusk again
Thanks so much!
I love the setting and the observations. Sunrise/early morning is spectacular. You capture it well.
Thank you! I appreciate you reading my poem and for your thoughtful comment!
Love “cool dayspring hails/in hues of eggplant and blue…”
Thank you so much! I appreciate you reading my poem and your nice comment!