Dawn

The world is sleeping as well as the sun,
a couple of hours before it runs
across blackened sky trailed by colored streaks,
nature’s sunrise displayed for all to seek.

Sniffing aromas of perking coffee,
the black liquid opens eyes so puffy,
then creative juices begin to flow,
if writer’s block doesn’t deal its harsh blow.

Tranquility soothes in golden silence,
the writer and sun are in compliance,
simultaneously creating art,
until light illuminates and both part.