Most mornings
I watch
as Helios wakes,
His flames
burn brightest
at nights end,
at days beginning.
A beacon of light,
of warmth,
of beauty,
calling the birds to chirp
the leaves to glisten
petals to unfurl
even the silence
sings his blessings
and my day begins
sprinkled in his
essence.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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