dawn to day

Liquid sliver rolling still

in flowered cups, champagne flutes

of stained glass, droplets globe topping

the bell cluster comfrey. Cold moon glow. 
When all should roll, all statues.

A dawn blue mist slow rising

to rays of warmth - a morning kiss

to roll a splash of beads in the birdsong,

an awakening to all sky bound

and breaking fast for butterfly and bee.