24 HOURS AS SEEN FROM A LAWN-CHAIR

xOx

The perfectly still air tastes crisp and smells fresh
I imagine it has drifted in from the eastern horizon
Which, when releasing the sun for its daily travels
Exhales one vast breath to propel it on its way
This helps push back the royal blue curtain of night
So that the shade of blue in the east is now pale
While the western sky still sleeps in a navy veil
Only silver clouds stir there, floating inland
After midnight travels over long stretches of sea
The west will soon wake and colour will swallow the clouds
For rosy mists and traces of gold are tingeing the sky
The sun, while hidden, must have begun its uphill climb
Providing the strength needed to fully break the darkness
And the long line of clouds into thousands of pieces
Which have amalgamated with intense pink and violet hues
So that it appears as if the sky is full of fluffy rainbows
At least until the intensity fades to a gentle grey
Upon which a layer of baby blue will build upon throughout the day
Unsure of where to look and careful not to disturb the calm
I have watched the dawn unfold with gathering speed
Feeling as though I am the only person in the world
But no longer, for a bird has seen the sunrays in the distance
It will be the trigger that ends dreams and wakes the world
For the song that announces the coming of a new day now sounds

xOx

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The idea for this poem was inspired while I sat in my lawn-chair this afternoon, doing nothing but looking at the sky and the trees, enjoying the warmth of the sun and thinking what I would see if I sat there for a whole day, from dawn to dusk and into the night. Obviously, this is the dawn part, but four more parts will be up shortly. Hope you'll check them out :)