Reverie

A cool winter dawn silently Sneaks into my musty room Dispelling darkness, carrying Away night's eerie gloom Waking up I come out to Hum my morning prayer Looking at sky where from The winter is going to bare A scene of unmatched glory Of a snow tipped mystic hill Encircling its base flowing With a song a slender trill Agitated wings dappled with Tinge of soft crimson glow Are carried away by clouds As they move high and low Over miles of swinging Crops, the whispering wind, A guest from the West, lends A touch, smooth and kind From behind rugged hills The sun comes to set its mark Waking me up from a reverie that I have to attend my day's work