Tainted Morning

Tainted morning wind and chirps break the quiet

Now dawn, as shadows come alive

The first slow movement of today’s symphony

As tempo, beat and rhythm do accelerate

Another marvelous morn like a blooming red rose is born

Like a bursting palette of color in an impressionist painting

 

Yet nearby the cacophony of city bustle

Computers, forms, recipes and theories

No bloody contusion, no bowels split

Nor the anguished cry of last night’s victim

Just temporary entrenchment

In golden search of sun’s scenario

 

Recharged, a sensual, gradual rebirth

Before the sunshine sucks and spreads its magical energy

Displaced with billions of penetrating, stimulating rays

Announce the inevitable mornings of grandeur and promise

Pure opportunity to be earned and enjoyed

And blue jays still trill to their hearts’ delight