Sunday’s Sunrise Poem

I sat sleepy and drank my ice coffee on the deck
as the world woke, moisture rose from the back field,
buoyant in a gentle, sweet scented dawn breeze.
The less gentle sun will soon burn away the air,
but for now, birds wake, squirrels scamper and I sip.
Under the plum tree, a deer grazes on grasses.
In the first sun rays, her coat –a bright, naples yellow,
if the color were on my palette, had I a brush in hand…
I looked down at the milky cold brew and over at the deer,
this woke my neurons, the brighter yellow, my soul.
My movement made her pause and she studied me.
Deciding the price of trust too high, she wandered off.
©2016 CJGasser