Making Richer.
Dawn hangs on leafless trees,
slivers itself floor-ward,
breaks on sleepy earth\'s acres,
turns first to corners
over which autumn sun snipes
shadows before choosing
to change move-less dreamers
to action-type doers.
Waking, blocked ears mistake
drowsing for real
but roused, each sense knows
Heaven fades dark
slowly thus making richer those
moments where stars
still show dawn\'s coat all adrape
for poets like me.