The morning air is crisp...

it chills me in wisps

as I stand among the fields.

The sky is still gray...

but fades away

as the light of the dawn arises.

No one is up...

and I sip from my cup

as daybreak fills the darkness.

I never liked the mornings...

but rather, the dawning's

of the sun as it filled the sky.

Colors erupt...

from the mountaintop,

penetrating the darkest of hours.

I can't help but think...

how Amaris would blink

in awe of the beautiful daybreak.

-Brianna Cecille Blades