The Awakening ©

Morning
Where day and night collide
A burst of amber light interrupts the slumbering sky
Rude ochre streaking into the reality of my dream
Swallowing the darkness in a breath of crimson
Restless giants stir, murmuring, mumbling
The burden of awakening heavy in their limbs
Hear the twittering in the treetops –
 like eager children, keening for the adventure of today
What is night but a vague memory?
It’s my time now

Emma Nel