A Sanguine Hue
The gargling truck trolls through;
On a morning filled with dew.
Blinded birds, braving to woo;
Limped chirps, yet, deafening as they flew.
Cauldrons of coffee on the brew;
Sunrises – to make them feel anew.
Soggy blades of grass – grand as they grew;
Cackling geese are fresh but few.
A wandering mind steadies to stay true;
As a pretentious world gets ready to imbrue,
The Innocence of dawn, it has to eschew.
Another span, Another strut – A Sanguine Hue.