Sun rises bold
On skin
Ball-faced proud
Yellow with Joy

Closed eyes
Blinded
With circular
Brilliance

Circles
Seeing three
In velvet darkness
Behind lids

Birds quicken
Singing a morning song
They have waited
For the day

Cock crows
Crow caws
Cow belts out
A baritone tune

Layered notes dance tweetily
Wings flutter
Valley mists disappear
Transforming dense cloud banks
To dusty shadows over
Bluegrass encrusted pillows

–Loretta Goddard