Dawn

When I awake
In that early blackness,
That astral bodies will
Shift my world again into
A honey-gold hue,
I am incredulous at best.

But soon the whipping winds
Have their harsh violence exposed
And the inkiness of sleep
Streams to puddles beneath
My relentless path.

Warring swarms of swallows
Dart from cloud to swollen cloud,
Flame-lit by an omnipoetent beast,
Inconcievably aged and distant:
The day breathes life once more.

Author notes

This was inspired by last Saturday's extremely stormy weather. I was woken early by the loud noise of the wind in the palmtree out my window. The world seemed to cold and black that dawn seemed impossible. But it came anyways.