“sunrise”

Blush of dawn upon the hill—  
A silver whisper, soft and still.  
Cool mist clings to sleepy trees;  
Sunlight stirs the restless breeze.

The world, a canvas, brushed with gold—  
Each blade of grass, each petal bold,  
Wears a crown of melting dew,  
Glistening with the promise new.

Night folds up her velvet shawl  
As awakening robins call,  
And shadows melt along the lane,  
Making way for day’s refrain.

First light spills on amber fields,  
A hush—a hope—the morning yields.  
The tranquil hush before the start;  
Sunrise stirs both earth and heart.

With every dawn’s unspoken vow,  
We learn to let the darkness go—  
To lift our faces, warmed and wise,  
And greet the sun that climbs the skies.

Create Your Own Poem | Recent Poems