Aurora

Delicate tendrils of golden hues,
touch upon stretches of calm azure.
The cold crisp snap of frost
envelopes the still and lifeless.
A myopic world slowly awakens.

From hidden realms of silent fantasy;
the perplexity of darkness is exiled,
initiated by the diffusing truth of day.
The tangible hush is giving way now
to reverberations of consciousness.

Muted tones of a tranquil birdsong,
herald the beginning of a new day.
I sit here then with my ears attuned
to the sounds of a filtered awakening;
sunlight kisses the sky good morning.