Trees, dark silhouettes
outlined in daylight's first thrust,
take shape. Turn greener.
Birds' wake-up songs
start softly. Crescendo to fullest dawn.
Then taper.
Sun's ball inches
over the horizon. Glows red.
Paints the eastern sky.
Now here, now there,
lights come on, doors open. Footfalls echo
on sidewalks.
Traffic noises jar.
Car horns, school buses. Children shout
to one another.
Daily bustle reigns,
reinvented at every sunrise.
I walk on.