As the Day Begins

Matt Conklin

The dawn leans close with a gentle sigh,

A tender blush in the waking sky.

The night withdraws, the shadows part,

And morning rests on the beating heart.

The meadow blooms with a breath so sweet,

Each flower stirs at the day’s soft feet.

The breeze runs light through the whispered trees,

A lover’s hand on the world’s bare knees.

The rivers shine with a golden flame,

They speak in music, they call your name.

The sparrows lift their song to the blue,

A hymn of wonder, a hymn of you.

The sun climbs slow, with a painter’s care,

It warms your skin, it lights your hair.

And every glance the daylight weaves

Is stitched with love the soul believes.

For every dawn is a vow renewed,

A secret gift, a tender mood.

The world awakens, the air is true,

As the day begins—

And begins with you.