Caught

In the still

Stark, silent dawn,

Brightorange clouds

Call me to play;

Come with us

And celebrate

Beginning

Of a brand-new Day.

♦

I hurry

With anticipation;

Down the path

I fairly fly.

In the spot

Where Earth

Meets Heaven,

I will fall

Into the Sky.

♦

Suddenly

I hear the beat

Of tympani

On distant hill,

Then the flashing

Crash of cymbals,

As the notes

Begin to spill.

♦

Caught up

In the symphony,

I turn my heel

And once again

Return to shelter

From the sudden

Outpouring

Of morning rain.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2010