My Poetry - Morning Run

Morning Run

Dawn is a faithful woman.
At the first moment of day
From the corner of the world
In a flouncy, guazey, mauvey skirt,
and a golden head atop–
She comes to me
More sublime, more beloved
then countless times before.

And to this silent, empty field
as I run early morning laps;
she has come only for me
and I just can’t say
how glad I am to see her.

And she breathes me
Her dewy breath on my face
And for a time she is mine to hold.
We whirl and glide and skip and waltz
to a playful rolling beat
Da dance, da dance,
da dance, dance, dance
To the beat of my heart
and the rhythm of my breath

Soon she slips from my arms
and into the day.
But I have miles yet to go.
She has promised to meet me next morn;
Again we will kick up our heels
and run and celebrate the day
Da dance, da dance,
da dance, dance, dance
To the beat of my heart
and the rhythm of my breath.