Aubade

Darkness submits and day is borne
Shrouded mist engulfs the morn

Stillness echoes through the air
Silence screams beyond compare

Dewdrops crash against the ground
Earths scented smells, so profound

Sunbeams glint from high above
Wisps of cloud fit like a glove

Whispering breeze of senses rife
Unfolding morn, awakens life

Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2009