David Usher, dawn, morning, poetry, See the Stars, Sunrise, winter
Good morning, sleepy little town Your blinking street lights look like sleepy eyes blinking slowly awake The sun peeks over the horizon just a glimpse at the day to come The roads dusted with nature's powdered sugar flakes undisturbed from any man-made markings. I am up and about at this ungodly hour With my own sleepy, blinking eyed babe next to me Singing I "See the Stars" along the empty roads The birth of day, the dawn of promise Soaking in the beauty of these rare moments. This is my Saturday sunrise, out in the cold in the gray salt stained city silently yearning to be back in bed underneath the covers Instead, we sing. The stars fade, the sun signs his arrival upon the sky. And so the day begins.