The early morning beam of light,
comes in my window to play…
It finds my crystals hanging in the window
and coaxes jets of color to paint my walls..
It passes through prisms tickling the rainbow
reds, yellows and blues until they run away giggling
and smash over my ceiling..
It probes my vase of lilies and says
You think you are orange?
as I cover you in light!
This is orange my dear,
not that pale half asleep color you woke up with.
It capriciously fans over the stamens, carpels, stigmas,
making them twist and distort a bit
the stars of each flower,
their inner sanctums shine in the daybreak spotlight.
Who invited you in today?
Did the tree branches sway a bit to get
out of your way?
Is it all a conspiracy of the new day?
the sun in its perfect angle,
the leaves bowing their heads
so you can pass over them?
I surrender to your intent to wake me up,
with colors splashing over my eyes.
I don’t give in to the call of the pillow
that wants to pull me back,
drag me once again, into the depths of Stygian sleep,
but instead, I smile, not annoyed and say appreciatively,
“Good morning sunbeam!”
July 16, 2021