The Unseen Morning
A Morning in the Prairies
Like a burning lantern rising
Dusty light envelopes me
Dawn ignites a fiery sound
More pleasant than crystal bells.
Morning light eclipsed by trees
And mirrored by untouched streams
Bountiful in its beauty
Incomprehensible in it’s mind.
Independent golden grain
Caressed by the unsteady wind
The dark and panoramic view
Is background for the silver clouds.
Rainbow in the sky, without droplets
Three colours paint the new morn
Layered on the literal background
Like running in a dream.
Fresh air and dew-heavy fog
Dampens the wild lilies
Burning red like splendid kings
To match the fire of the sun.
An explosion on the horizon
And finally warmth to break the night
Brings forth a plethora of senses
Just another unseen morning.
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
Comments (3)
Nice one, Deasun.
Deasun T. Smyth your poem is a celebration of the natural world and the wonders of a new day. It captures the magic and mystery of the early morning hours, inviting us to pause, reflect, and appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. Well done!
A wonderful way to capture the beauty of where we live <3