Submissions by jackelnino

At the dawn of time,
I rose from my bed
and saw a new sun
brighter than the day.

Walking outside through fields,
hazy flowers blurred into horizon
and horizon into sky
and sky into night -

and there I sat
petrified of darkness
during the first night
at the dawn of time.

The kind of rain
still dripping from leaves
late the next morning
and into the afternoon

the overhanging porch
dumping runoff water
refreshing shingles and posts
holding up the west side

my grandmothers backyard
dripping rains from
every branch, every needle
evergreens, tall conifers

potted plants straining
for sips of rain
the beautiful flowers
standing with the last water

The cold of morning
makes everything better

calming nerve endings
through trials of weather

sun breaking shade
moon fast fleeting

crisp morning air
dawns final greeting

by high noon
cold has gone

life is warm
the sun is on

the heat sinks in
a burden to bear

I much prefer
cold morning air