Early Morning

As she lays restless, unable to sleep she looks and listens to the world as it comes alive

In the early hours
Of the morning

I lay in bed
Awake and restless

So much is on my mind
And no peace exists

My window propped open
And sprinkled in dew

All sounds mute
Except that of a cricket's tune

As the sun arises
Across the horizon

The sky becomes painted
In a sea of colors

Slowly one by one
Little critters awaken

Their homes
Still covered in darkness

As the dew evaporates
The world is lost amongst the fog

And the silence of the night
Had been awakened by the morning's light

Reviews

[Jolie Blossom]

Very beautiful. :)

[Jess.]

So pretty, I like it.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Yet so simply deep in meaning for life can sometimes be complex when we seek to understand the many question and answer we face.
Excellent write.

[Shalini Dinesh]

very beautiful poem like the first ray of sunshine, bringing out the early morning beauty along with it...

[Mehul Rwat]

expressed nicely..

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I was overwhelmed by all of the possibilities being birthed from
the horizon. The poem seems to define hope.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful description of a new day. I like the way you described the life coming alive to face the new day. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Chris]

Melancholy... and wistful.

Chris

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I do believe you have penned exactly what calmed that restless mind.....so lovely!