High enough upon a ridge <br />He let the first faint tinge of frost <br />Cloak him with no cruel <br />Awakening <br /> <br /> <br />All his grains of coloured sand <br />Meticulously laid to hand <br />He watched and waited <br />Teased the dawn <br /> <br />“Good morning dawn. <br />Your time has come <br />Today you will be mine to give <br /> <br />To share with she who wonders where <br />the partner for her bed has gone” <br /> <br />And so he filled his glass collage <br />High up on Cartmel Fell <br />He framed a dawn of duck-egg blue <br />On a bed of crimson and caramel <br /> <br />“This, my love, when next you see <br />I pray reminds, your heart of me. <br />These brush strokes of a rising sun <br />May bring some comfort <br />Now I’ve gone”<br /><br />Danny Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/023-the-first-sunrise-of-fall/
