wake

a quiet awakening

a lullaby of the world
lifting you from the
hazy arms of a dream

ebbing into the soft
fabrics of morning fog
dressing the day to come

an offering of dew droplets
to feed the thirst for
yet another beginning

told by the soft pink smokes of
the new rising sun

a call to strike
the hammer of hope
to ring in the new day that’s upon us