sparrow-fart at cracking-dawn
the sea breeze on it's account,
and the faded dew on paths,
with a cold feel of dawn,
and puzzling looks of red-hot
skies , of a strange rise of east !
and quacks from within
the forests aligned along
the highway, weavers so
melodious, like a symphony !
though it's orange from east,
mixed horizon, with rusty like
orange, azure-mavue skies,
with clusters, ruling the sky,
and little sleepy-heads,
cursing the alarms,
it's already morning,
the alarm klingt,
the sea breeze on it's account,
and the faded dew on paths,
with a cold feel of dawn,
the lake feels ice cold,
and vaces, with moist
surfaces, clock goes by
as dew fades,
little home kids stretch out
in bed , the janitor knows,
it's work already, ask the
journalist of yesterday .
the sea breeze on it's account,
and the faded dew on paths,
with a cold feel of dawn,
©Michaelw
M