A DAY'S BREAK

I saw,
The dew of the morning kiss the cold feet,
I felt,
The cold of the night wear down to the sun's streams,
And in the dip of the horizon in the far east,
The half dome of the unfurling rods of sunrise became.

I saw,
Dancing in the day, the yellow of the sunflower,
and the spread of the red poppy.
I heard,
The croaking of the warted grey frog of the ponds,
And the whirling of the elfin dragon fly over still waters.

I saw,
The spines of the cypress and the pines,
Bend to their full stretch to the winds,
All heralding a promising day,
I heard their ominous creaks and rustle and their sinister whisper,
I felt the winds touch upon my dry cheeks.
I saw,
The fall of the fat orange leaves of the 
Msunzu,
And the drop of the cold crystalline dew from the jagged blade of a grass,
Better days have been than this.

I saw,
The scattering of the heavy grey clouds,
Revelation of a vacant blue skies,
Birds exuberance,vibrance after a downpour,
In the bars of a sun peeking from the dents in the swollen clouds,
A new dawn beckons,
I better respond before its noon.

Glints of iron sheets anew,
The old layered in red rustiness,
All punctuate and interrupt,
The sprawl and flow and tumble,
And fall of the verdant and luxuriant,
The green of the orchid and idyllic countryside,
Smooth sail of the butterfly,
To the revealed petals of the morning glory,
Unveiling the jubilance of a fresh start.

I feel,
Serenity of the shades ambiance,
Beauty of the rolling green of tree and grass,
Sun scorching and livid,
Fly buzzing and bothering,
Soothing hum of the quiet river's flow,
As day continues to grow.

I see,
In the distant panorama, beautiful shaded blue hills,
The crashing of the furious waterfall on the boulders  in the faraway west,
As the rays of the sinking sun burst the sky to rosy red.

I feel,
The calming warmth of the weak sun,
Of the approaching dreams of the dark's domain,
As night makes light of and grows over day.
I awoke, I saw,
I felt, I heard,
I did, I didn't
All in a day's break.

From 
The
Writing
Of
The
Collosus:
A
Poem
Anthology

Kiraka  D Mugatsia
2015

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